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[A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Eleven (sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)
2023.06.08 07:16 critical_courtney [A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Eleven (sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)
![[A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Eleven (sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)](https://b.thumbs.redditmedia.com/2lScdiolOaeBJLVCNy4XrjAWx__pQBs4WRQyIzalYSI.jpg "[A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Eleven (sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)") | submitted by critical_courtney to redditserials [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/8bgezt09aq4b1.jpg?width=1410&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a98c000b9146bca947211aa35dd3e253e45f1e4c Previous Chapter Chapter Eleven: Walking into a dimly lit basement, I looked down at the cracked concrete floor. The room smelled of old drainage and expired cleaning products. I turned around to see the mirror I’d just crawled out of and caught sight of the Intrinsic Pathways chamber fading back into my reflection. A simple white plastic border surrounded the glass surface. The thing was barely big enough for me to fit through. Barsilla didn’t have any trouble, though — the benefit of being a piskie and only a few inches tall. She darted up to my shoulder and hid herself in my hair. “I’m glad you’ve been growing your hair out,” she said. A moment later, the piskie stuck her head out of my hair and added, “And I’m also glad you switched to the pineapple and raspberry shampoo.” I rolled my eyes. Today I was playing carriage to the queen’s left-hand lady in the human world. And I could already tell it was going to be a test of my nerves. I’d never spent an extended time with Barsilla before, primarily because she was a bit scolding and judgmental. But today came with an important mission before we left for Kilgara tomorrow. We needed to make contact with a powerful fae that lived in the human world. “How can a fae live in the human world full-time? Wouldn’t that be a death sentence with all the iron and the lack of glamour?” I’d asked my queen. “You’ll see,” was all she said before sending me here to accompany Barsilla. And by accompany, she meant carry. The piskie looked around the little room we’d appeared in. It was a small space with concrete walls and floors. Against one wall a shelf of cleaning supplies stood, along with a mop and a janitor’s cart on wheels. “Where are we?” I asked. A grimy voice from the ceiling made me jump. I looked around to find the source. “You’re in the basement of Ssorc Insurance Arena,” a masculine-presenting fae said. When I finally found him, my eyes widened. In one of the ceiling corners hung a spider-like faery about a foot tall. When I got a closer look, I saw he had the body of a tiny man but a thorax and four narrow legs behind him that clung to the wall. His front arms were crossed as he looked down at us. Eight brown and black eyes spread across his forehead kept a close watch on us. “Hello there,” he said, waving a tiny hand. “Name’s Jello. Welcome to Portland.” I raised a finger and opened my mouth to speak. “Because he likes to eat Jell-O,” Barsilla said from inside my hair. I lowered my finger and closed my mouth, nodding. That made plenty of sense. Maybe I could change my name to Chicken Nugget. “You’re not going to come out and say hello to your old friend, Barsilla?” Jello called with a grin revealing two fangs and additional mandibles. Her voice called out from in my hair. “I’m quite good here, thanks.” I raised an eyebrow. Barsilla sounded a little scared, which was a first for me. I’d always been put in my place by the tiny creature so long as we were in the palace. Here, her voice wavered, and she grabbed my hair a little more tightly than when we first arrived. Truth be told, I was torn. Part of me wanted to rub it in, maybe jokingly hand her over to the spider dude. And the other half of me wanted to show mercy, because even when I get a chance to show vengeance. . . I’m not good at taking it. It took me years to destroy my abusive father, and he hurt me daily. So, I decided not to push the issue. “Alright, Jello. That’s enough,” I said, laughing. To his credit, the spider didn’t exactly seem upset with me pushing back. He rubbed one of his mandibles and looked me up and down. “You must be the queen’s new pet I’ve heard so much about,” he said. “That’s me. Werewolf extraordinaire,” I said. He nodded. “It’s almost too difficult to believe. Your kind is so rare that for the queen to have ensnared one. . . I’m just left impressed,” he said. My. . . kind, I thought. Aside from Mom, I’ve never met another like me. And does she even really count? She died when I was a kid. All I could do was shrug. Maybe we were rare. But the fact that he wasn’t the first fae to mention such a thing did stick out in my mind. The queen had emotional attachments to me. Of that much, I was sure. But to other fae, ones I’d see at Kilgara. . . I’d be a token — no, a specimen. It’d be like those videos of rich people who own tigers or lions and just let them roam around the house, lying on the couch and shit. In that case, I’d just have to be all the more threatening to keep their minds off such imagery and more focused on preserving their own lives. Of course, that’d be up to my inner wolf. And I had no doubt she’d be up to the task. Unlike me, she didn’t take shit from anybody. “Well, Jello. If you come by Featherstone when the Raven Queen holds court, you can see my more visceral self on full display,” I said. “But until then, I’ll ask where we’re supposed to go from here.” The spider chuckled and looked into my hair, trying to find a certain piskie with his eyes alone. When he didn’t have any luck, Jello rolled his eyes and pointed to a filthy door covered in dust and mold. “Out that door, up the cement stairs to your left, and outside by the garage. That’ll spit you out onto a path the humans call Free Street,” Jello said. I thanked him, and we left without Barsilla saying a word. Once I’d started up the stairs, she poked her head out next to my ear and said, “Just for the record, in Faerie, his kind prey upon piskies. They find the best hiding spots in the forest and then drop on any little fae that happens to be hovering over the ground, looking for nuts or fruit.” This was a tender confession from the tiny person who’d left me paralyzed on the floor during our first meeting. So I put all that aside before I spoke. “I figured it was something like that. But it’s not like I would have let him do anything to you,” I said. “Afraid of how your mistress might react?” Barsilla asked. Shaking my head, I sighed. “I just know what it’s like to be a tiny thing standing before a giant monster that wants nothing more than to hurt you. You try to shrink yourself down so that the monster doesn’t see you, but it’s never small enough. I always hoped someone would come along when I was trying to shrink myself and snatch me away. So I guess today I just wanted to be the person that would snatch you to safety,” I said, finally spotting a metal door with sunlight streaming in. Varella’s left-hand lady didn’t say anything for a moment. But right before we got outside, she spoke. “That’s actually how her majesty found me, you know? I was in the web of someone like Jello, crying out for help. Most faeries ignore such cries since the forest can be filled with them at times. And if you anger a spider, there’s always the chance they’ll scurry off to a Gohma to have her curse you.” “A Gohma?” I asked. Barsilla placed both hands on the back of my ear to steady herself as I climbed the last few steps. “Queens among the spiderlings. Some of them are quite powerful, and once in a while, they’ll curse anyone who causes trouble with their underlings. That is, they’ll curse anyone. . . except for the ruler of a court. Varella happened to be flying by, heard my cries, and for reasons I’ve never been able to figure out, plucked me from the web. The spiderling that was savoring me was too frightened to say a word. He just hid under a bush, waiting for the Raven Queen to fly away. I’ve served her loyally ever since,” the piskie said. Holy shit. Am I bonding with the piskie? I thought, again squashing the temptation to say something mocking of the little fae which could and would get revenge when we returned to Featherstone. At that moment, Lady Bon-Hwa’s words came back to me. She said I craved legitimacy from beings that wore many masks. Had Barsilla just dropped hers? “How you felt when she plucked you from the web, Barsilla?” I started. She gripped my ear a little tighter. “That’s how I felt the day I struck the bargain with my mistress. Like she’d pulled me out of the jaws of death or something.” I heard the piskie rub her chin. “So when you submit to the queen, it’s about more than a simple pleasure for you. Immense gratitude is also mixed in there somewhere,” she said. Clearing my throat, I felt heat rush to my cheeks. Barsilla was the last person I wanted to discuss submissiveness with. I’d talk about it with Ceras before her. And even they weren’t high on the list. Walking outside, I heard the cries of gulls above us and heard a couple boys laughing as their mother walked by with a shopping bag that said “Remys” on it. Now that was a store I remembered. My father dragged me there more times than I could count. And it was always a long haul down to Bangor to visit. The sky above us was cloudy, and a chilly wind gusted by occasionally, bringing with it smells of a harbor not too far away. A normal person wouldn’t smell it from this distance. But I could smell boat fuel and seafood. “Do you remember the address?” I asked Barsilla. “I remember the way from here. The last time I came to the human city of Portland it was through a different pathway. But if you walk down a block and turn left, it’ll spit you out on a path called Congress Street.” Doing as I was told, I found myself on what appeared the be the busiest street in downtown Portland. Barsilla guided me with whispers to continue onward past the downtown square where a statue of a large woman stood overlooking dozens of people shopping or visiting restaurants or coming out of the public library. I read a message on the side that said, “To her sons who died for the Union.” Barsilla whispered, “I’ve never understood that message. What’s the Union? Some kind of human court?” Sighing and shaking my head, I tried to figure out the easiest way to explain this particularly bloody piece of U.S. history. “A couple centuries back, this country tore itself in two. There was the Confederacy and the Union. People from Maine, that’s where we are now, fought for the Union, which tried to put the country back together again.” “Did the Union succeed?” I nodded. “They won the war, but a lot of shit happened afterward I don’t want to get into. And when I left this place to move into Featherstone — well, let’s just say I’d rather live in Faerie than any part of this world,” I said. With the guidance of Varella’s left-hand lady, we continued walking down Congress Street for at least a mile before she told me to make a turn. We walked past an old Italian grocery store, turned again, and finally arrived at a dentist's office. “Big Smiles? What kind of name is that?” I asked, looking inside. “The name of a business where mortals go to get their teeth fixed because they don’t have glamour to do it for them. Consider yourself fortunate the palace healers make this place unnecessary in Faerie,” Barsilla said, tapping on my ear for me to go inside. Sighing, I did as I was told. . . again. Unlike most dentist’s offices I’d been in, this one was immaculately clean and polished. Behind two receptionists stood a wall covered entirely in ivy. And it was real. I smelled its vegetative scent from where I stood. To my right stood a glass wall with a water feature running underneath the reflective surface. A little transparent refrigerator sat next to some uncomfortable wooden chairs, and it was filled with bottled water. “Hi there!” one of the receptionists said. He appeared to be freshly graduated from college and wore a button-down shirt and black pants. His nametag said “Jace,” and had “He/Him” pronouns listed underneath. “Uh, hi,” I said, trying to remember the coded message my mistress taught me before leaving Featherstone. “I need to schedule an appointment as soon as possible. I’m trying to get the shinest teeth in all the land.” I resisted the urge to slap my face in embarrassment. What kind of stupid code was that? This receptionist was just as likely to throw me out as he was to find me a nightmare fae by the name of Dramyra. Jace snickered a little and said, “Well, who doesn’t love shiny teeth? And we’ve got a great new polishing technique our dentists just started using this month.” An older woman’s voice spoke from behind me. “That won’t be necessary, Jace. I’ll see her now.” Jace looked surprised. “Are you sure, Dr. Murphy? I think you’ve got an appointment in 15,” he said. The voice behind me waved off his concern. “Just have Melissa take care of that one. This is important.” Jace scratched his wavy brown hair and nodded before punching something into his keyboard. I could only assume he was editing an appointment at the last minute. When I turned to see who’d been giving orders to the receptionist, I spotted a woman who appeared to be in her early 50s leaning around a corner. She wore a long white jacket and had eyes the color of jasper. As I stared, she blinked horizontally instead of vertically like every other human I’d met. As my eyes widened, she smiled, and I noticed an inhuman pointedness to her teeth. . . all four rows of them. “Why don’t you come this way, and I’ll get you settled?” the fae said. I gulped and nodded, suddenly getting the heebie-jeebies from this person I was going to follow into a private area. Dr. Murphy led me past an X-ray room, a couple rooms with kid-sized dentist seats and small televisions mounted on the roof, and an employee bathroom. At last, we came to her private office, and she opened the door, motioning for me to enter. When I hesitated, she said, “Oh come now. I wouldn’t be so foolish as to harm one hair on the Raven Queen’s pet. Few would be that dumb.” Walking inside the surprisingly plain office, I was greeted by a tiny sofa, a mini fridge, a marker board, and a skylight. The walls were painted beige, and a desktop computer sat over in the corner on a screensaver with fish swimming by. I took a seat on the sofa, and our faerie host closed the door behind us, locking it, which caused me to gulp again. As soon as the door was closed, the fae dropped her glamor, and before me stood a five-foot-tall woman with pointed ears, turquoise skin, and a shaved head. When she smiled, I saw those four rows of razor teeth and two tongues, one purple, one red. Her eyes now blinked vertically every few seconds, and they were the color of sand. Black curled horns hung down from the back of the faerie’s skull, wrapping around her ears and ending in spiky white tips. The faerie leaned against her door and stared down at her claws, which were painted a shade of crimson. “Dramyra,” Barsilla said, flying out from my hair and bowing her head. “It’s been some time.” The fae did not seem very impressed at the piskie’s sudden appearance. “Well well. . . if it isn’t the Raven Queen’s left-hand lady. I don’t recall receiving a letter warning of your arrival.” Now I spoke up, bowing my head. “Apologies. The queen has been busy preparing for a trip to Kilgara. She didn’t mean to offend by sending us without an announced arrival,” I said. I shivered when Dramyra’s sandy eyes looked me over. It felt like. . . like it wasn’t just her eyes watching me, but her shadow’s eyes as well. And I didn’t like that one bit. She smelled of vetiver and leather. It was a strange combination that seemed to whisper much more was hiding beneath the surface. “First time seeing a nightara?” Dramyra asked, watching me shiver for the third time in the last hour. It wasn’t like the room was cold. Rather, it felt like her glamor kept brushing up against me and light scraping over my arms. “What’s a—” I started, rather stupidly. Barsilla cut me off. “Dramyra is a nightmare faerie. Her sister rules the Nightmare Court.” “Well just give her my life story, why don’t you, Barsilla?” Dramyra sassed, folding her arms and locking with my eyes. The room fell silent. I sure as hell didn’t know what to say, so I did what I always did in that situation. . . asked a dumb question. “Excuse me, Dramyra?” She smiled at me. “Yes, royal pet?” I do not like it when she calls me that, I thought. In fact, I don’t like it when she calls me anything. Taking a deep breath as Barsilla turned to flash me a look that said, “Be careful, puppy,” I raised an eyebrow. “My mistress said you lived here in the human world permanently. I was wondering. . . how you survived here in a world of iron and without any glamour?” Dramyra ran a finger down one of her arms. “Well, for starters, all of my tools here in the office aren’t made of iron. They’re custom designed from silver. Not an ounce of iron here. And I assure you, I have all the glamour I need.” I must have looked like I had more questions because Dramyra pointed a finger at me. “You must not have a solid grasp on how glamour works. Glamour isn’t something that just exists naturally in this world or Faerie. Rather, fae produce glamour by feeding. Different fae feed in different ways. Your queen feeds off your affections as well as the power of her throne itself. And I. . . well, I feed off the fear of others.” That sounded pretty damn terrifying. . . which I’m sure was exactly the effect Dramyra must have intended because she just laughed when I slunk down into the couch. “Oh relax. It’s not so bad. I learned a few decades ago that there are some things mortals fear collectively as a species. And one of them?” It clicked in my head. “The dentist! I fucking hated visiting the dentist. Growing up, there was no place more terrifying. With every visit, I was petrified that I needed yet another filling or maybe even a root canal.” Dramyra looked pleased with my figuring it out. “Exactly. So, knowing this, I disguised myself as a dentist, opened this business, and the mortals bring me their terrified children every single day. All I have to do is walk up and down the hall with a mask on my face, looking at paperwork, and nobody suspects a thing. The entire office fills with fear, which I devour, and then I can produce all the glamour I need.” When I realized this, it was kind of ingenious. This was like. . . the ultimate business model for a nightmare fae like Dramyra. And if this place went belly up, she could always disguise herself as an IRS agent. Though that might get her more anger than fear. Barsilla cleared her throat. “Oh, yes. You were getting ready to explain why you showed up without warning. Well, go on, little piskie,” Dramyra said, her smile fading as she turned her attention back to Varella’s left-hand lady. Pulling out her little clipboard and an even smaller pencil, the piskie looked over a few things as if she was steadying herself for what had to be said. “Queen Varella is officially calling in her favor. Decades ago, she hid you—” “I know why I owe her,” Dramyra snapped, her sandy eyes glowing orange. “You can skip that part.” Barsilla quickly crossed something off on her papers. “Right, well, she wants you to make a request to your sister, the Nightmare Queen. Her majesty informed me Queen Trylla will grant you anything you ask of her.” The nightara rubbed her chin as she leaned against the wall even more. “It’s true. My little sister adores me. Though I don’t know what the Raven Queen would want from her.” I looked back and forth between the fae, finding myself wondering about how my mistress hid the nightmare fae before me. What were the circumstances? Was it a witness protection kind of thing? Did faeries even have need of that? It’s not like they can call some vacuum store and vanish to Alaska, I thought, scratching the back of my head. Barsilla looked down at her notes, not meeting Dramyra’s eyes when she relayed my mistress’ request. “The Raven Queen wants you to ask your sister for her vote in Kilgara.” Silence filled the room again as I heard Barsilla’s tiny heart beating like that of a hummingbird. She was sweating a little, too. But Dramyra’s mood changed almost instantly. She laughed louder than I’d heard before and threw her head back. “Ahahahaha! So, Queen Varella is making a move for Bliss. How interesting! Not in a thousand years would I have guessed such a thing. That ought to make for a very interesting summit with the other courts. Suddenly this mission of great importance made more sense. My mistress sent us to cash in a favor so she could try and stack the deck before we gathered with the other rulers of Faerie to decide who would host Bliss. The nightara locked eyes with me, and I felt more gooseflesh crawling over my arms and thighs. I really wished she would stop doing that. “Very well, piskie. I will do as the Raven Queen asks. It’s not like I have the power to refuse a favor when I’m in her debt. So you may scurry back with the young wolf here and tell her at least one vote is safely in her corner,” Dramyra said. “As for you, Sierra, I hope you're ready to meet folks even scarier than me. And I’d stick real close to that mistress of yours once you leave the halls of Featherstone. You have no idea just how many lords and ladies of Faerie would love to have themselves a pet werewolf. You’re quite—” “Rare,” I finished for her. “I’ve heard it before.” I sounded agitated, but I was just trying to mask my fear. I’d happily submit to my mistress a thousand times. But I was no fool. I knew there were cruel immortals all through Faerie that would find worse ways to hurt me than my father ever could have. And we were off to a summit where they’d all be gathered. As we left the dentist, I hoped and prayed my inner wolf had gotten at least a few memories of today and would understand she needed to carry the visage of an absolute killer. I didn’t want to end up in the clutches of a nightara. . . or worse. |
2023.06.08 07:15 DJ4N6O I made love to a goddess named Aya
This piece recounts the first time I drank an ancient plant medicine called Ayahuasca. It comes from Amazonian tribes who consider it a sacred plant medicine with healing powers and, given what a hugely beneficial impact it has had on my life, I am very comfortable describing it as medicine.
One Saturday, in the spring of 2016 I was greeted by the medicine man himself with a big hug, let’s call him Blu. I came into his kitchen to be greeted by several women with slightly comical homemade, feather headdresses and couldn’t help but think I’d walked into a kid’s birthday party. In the garden, there was a small festival tent set up which had a hay bale altar with easter decorations.
The ceremony had around 30 other participants and 10 shamans. In the middle of the tent stood the medicine man’s wife, Sun who was very much the master of the ceremony. She had the most daring headdress, flowing orange robes and a rattle in her hand. She spoke to us with warm, friendly humour telling us that we would know the medicine had kicked in once her singing started to sound good!
She advised that each experience is unique and we should try not to have huge expectations, sometimes nothing at all happens the first time. Having waited five years for this day I was quietly confident that this would not be the case for me and boy was I right!
We went around the circle introducing ourselves and explained what we were hoping to get out of the ceremony. Focusing on your intent during a psychedelic experience is meant to help you get what you are looking for.
During my turn, I expressed my desire to regain my self-confidence and passion for the opportunities and women in my life to whom I never seem to be able to fully commit.
Once we had all shared, we learned that it was time to drink.
My heart was filled with profound forbearing and excitement as I went up to receive a small glass of harsh-tasting, brown liquid which certainly tasted like medicine!
I had a basic camping mattress and a duvet laid out for me which I snuggled into before pulling on my eye mask. I was on my back trying not to think too much about the medicine, whether it was working or maybe wouldn’t work while I meditated for an hour.
The shamans started singing and shaking rattles. One of the female shamans, Nubia had an incredibly beautiful soprano voice that stood out from the others. It was while listening to the song of the shamans that I started to feel a warm flow of energy along my limbs. I tried to dismiss it at first, thinking it might somehow be related to my fasting for 40 hours prior.
When I moved my eye mask to let some light into my eyes I saw the tent roof overlaid with a flowing grid of beautiful, metallic, geometric grids with multi-coloured light flowing through the lines. The Individual elements of the grid reflected every colour of the rainbow like oil on water’s surface and I started to feel joyful, like a child rolling through leaves on a warm autumn day.
Nubia started singing to us again and it was like nothing I’d ever heard. It was so beautiful and mesmerizing I didn’t want her to stop.
I could hear the people around me, some giggling and some vomiting or, purging medicine into their buckets. I checked myself, asking if should I purge but I felt a gentle presence speak inside of me saying: ‘No, you’re fine. Just relax.’
It was around this time that Sun asked into the ceremony if anybody would like a second dose. I slowly sat upright and looked around. I checked myself. Truthfully, I was enjoying the experience. I was slightly nervous that having more could take me to a deeper, darker place however I had mentally prepared myself for the full immersion experience.
The presence told me: ‘It’s okay. You can handle it. I’ll be gentle.’
So I pulled on my shoes, got up and slowly walked over feeling slightly wobbly. I was worried Sun might tell me I’d had enough but when I sat in front of her, she gave me a big smile and beckoned me towards her. The second dose was about half the previous one and tasted familiar, not quite as harsh.
After I got up I walked out of the tent into the house. Sitting in the small toilet I saw the walls gently rippling with energy and recognized the phenomenon from previous psychedelic experiences. I’ve experienced mild, LSD-induced hallucinations before but nothing quite as mesmerizing as watching bright sparks of colorful energy emerging from objects and pictures.
Snuggling back under my duvet I listened to the rattles and felt myself floating deeper into the kaleidoscopic universe seeing my own body curled up but instead of my skin and flesh, I saw myself as streaming veins of energy. Millions of thin fibre optic threads pulsated with warm healing energy which outlined my body.
I felt myself lying on the floor in the jungle with mystical symbols and ineffable tribal figures around me. I felt like I was in a different, timeless dimension however I was surprisingly lucid and could snap out of it to check myself with ease. At some point I had to giggle as my boring pragmatist made the smart-ass remark, ‘You’re not lying in the jungle. You’re in a garden less than 100 meters from the Thames estuary!’
I had my eyes closed for most of the afternoon. I was seeing ever richer patterns. When I opened my eyes the patterns were still there but they were overlaid on the reality in front of my eyes. I could change them with the blink of an eye or bring back shapes I had seen previously.
I started thanking this entity for showing me all this beauty and felt the urge to reciprocate. I revealed some personal memories but they looked so very different. It seemed like they had a photo filter applied that filled the memory with golden light as they came alive with breathtaking beauty, streaming with colourful energy. I visited various life moments and it felt like entering into a photo and suddenly being there on that day!
I was there sitting in our garden at home. Once again I was a chubby baby covering my face with baked beans. I was actually there! I was picking the baked beans off my face and pushing them, one by one into my mouth.
They say that Mother Ayahuasca is a deep ancient spirit and I always imagined her as a deeply serious, majestic queen. I started wondering what she might look like… and so she appeared.
She was stern but not an old woman. Aya was young, perfectly matched to my age and exceptionally beautiful. She had long, smooth brown hair and big beautiful eyes filled with power and inspiration. As I looked closer at her exquisite face I realized that her features were constantly changing complexion. Her skin cycled from Amazonian to Latin to Nubian to Oriental and Mediterranean. She was outlined by swirling rainbow-coloured curls of light. The rest of her naked body only came into being when I directly looked at it. I realize that she was not one woman but a combination of every beautiful woman I’ve ever felt attracted to. I wanted her. She wanted me. We kissed and whirled around as we floated through my Entheoverse. My body of swirling rainbow energy flowed into her and hers into mine and this is how we made love passionately.
I had visions of us being on a summer weekend getaway in a stylish city. We lay in luxurious hotel rooms and I remember a cream-coloured clock on the wall, with Roman numerals but no hands to tell the time. I was dressed smartly as I led her by her hand into classy restaurants that had champagne poured, waiting by our table. It was like we were on a never-ending date, teleporting from one experience into the next, eloping while taking our time to enjoy each other’s energy, and passionately loving one another.
Afterwards, she lay in my arms and I asked what else she could show me and she replied; ‘What else would you like me to show you?’ I wasn’t prepared for this and my mind went a bit blank realizing that I could do anything, go anywhere in space and time I wanted.
I asked her; ‘Can you help me find my confidence?’
There was no clear answer. Instead, I had the random idea to become the temple stem of my friend Julio’s glasses. I looked at him from the bit next to the hinge and I could see him put the glasses on in the morning, and take them off at night and in the reflection of his right eye, I saw him coming home and watched his beautiful daughter jumping into his arms. Then I saw on his eyeball the reflection of me walking into the room and a felt warm glow spread through me.
Next, I visited my baby nephew sitting in my brother’s living room, in his red chair. I crossed my hands on my chest like he does and saw my brother and his wife smiling at me giving me warm hugs but more than seeing their faces while they hugged my body I could feel the way they felt when they put their arms around me and press me to their chests.
I saw all my brother’s smiles and happy faces as we jollied about, trying to make each other laugh as we do. I visited all my closest friends, took in their smiles and one by one, as I hugged each of them, I could feel their love for me.
I also visited my ex-girlfriend Jo, whose body and spiritual mind I still loved but whose soul is too damaged by the fear of rejection and tough mental armour I never managed to vanquish.
She was asleep in our white room in LA that she had so carefully decorated and I spooned my energy into her little body. She woke and we cuddled and kissed and I said I was sorry it didn’t work out between us and she replied; ‘It’s ok. I wasn’t ready for you…’
I asked Aya if we had made the right decision to stop forcing it and just be friends and felt her nod wisely.
At some point, I remember all three of us lying in bed together but instead of feeling like the king of the world, I felt like a greedy pig.
One of the underlying themes of the whole journey was how slowly gently and unhurried everything felt and I think the lesson I was meant to learn was that it’s ok to not settle right now — I thought I just haven’t found the one, the right woman to share my life with…
Aya kept giving me gentle advice throughout. I asked her about the stimulants I love such as cannabis, coffee and alcohol but instead of the stern telling-off I was secretly hoping to receive she told me; ‘You know they don’t serve you when you abuse them but they are also a part of what shaped you… Take care of the beautiful body you have been given.’
She repeated many times; Take care of yourself more… take care.
I asked Aya how I could find the power to harness my mind which has always been blessed and cursed with a distracting imagination and to keep my lack of attention from killing my dreams.
Instantly, I saw an unreal version of myself.
I was standing in something like a black shiny display window, straight out of a Mercedes advert. This guy was not merely a little bit better than I am now and I realized that the version staring back at me was my best self!
That guy is sharp, he is determined, and he dresses immaculately. That guy knows exactly what he is doing. When he enters the room, people notice his presence from the invisible halo that brightly surrounds him.
I asked Aya, how I could become him and the answer became clear. That guy works. He knows exactly where his energy comes from and all of a sudden I understood — The confident image he projects comes from the love he feels for himself which makes him look loved and successful in other people’s eyes. There is no room for distraction because that guy knows his worth and knows his purpose.
She gave me such a clear image of myself. I can still see myself standing motionless in the black, shiny shop window with rainbow-coloured fibre optic strains lighting the air that gently flowed around me.
How long I lay like that is impossible to say but I guess it was around 5–6 hours but it felt like an eternity of journeying into myself.
But it wasn’t all just warm energy and neon colours. I distinctly remember at some point realizing, it was time to go to the toilet. Afterwards, I walked back into the garden and found the Ewok-faced little terrier yapping at me. I laughed at him as I noticed the blue silver and chrome energy swirls around his head and ears. I couched down to see if I could pacify him but I suddenly became aware that his barking must be interfering with other people’s experiences. I turned to hurry into the tent as one of the shamans came out, to tell off the dog saying; ‘What’s wrong doggy, he’s alright!’ As I walked into the tent there were certainly more people sitting upright than when I had left and I read some irritated expressions on people’s faces, at least three people got up and walked out.
I lay down in shame but all my friend’s energy avatars ran up to me saying ‘It’s fine!’ as they doggy piled on top of me. It made me feel better. I felt them warm the cold shame out of me and I began relaxing again. I played around as before but the energy had markedly changed, it didn’t feel as light-hearted anymore. It was heavier and more serious. I was feeling the effects of the medicine becoming even stronger so I decided to sit up but when I opened my eyes, I saw Nubia hit the deck at my feet on a hastily arranged bed after having just purged into a bucket. I could see vomit in her black wavy hair as I started to think, ‘…oh dear if even the shamans are starting to falter, I’m in trouble.’
I didn’t know what to do. I tried to lie back down again. I asked Aya to help me, as she had several times previously when I’d gotten a little bit frightened but this time I could not sense her presence and I knew why. I had to go through this for myself.
It felt like I was sitting in a shopping trolley, rolling down a steep hill toward darkness, realizing as it picked up speed and bucked to and fro that this had been a bad decision, a dangerous idea and the only way it would end would be for the momentum to collide with suffering.
I needed help so I weakly put up my hand and within a few seconds, one of the shamans sat down next to me. She was wearing a white feather dress and occoured to me like an angel. She helped me sit up and as soon as I was sitting upright I began to retch. She passed me my bucket which I gratefully barfed into…
After I purged I felt better. My angel asked me if I felt okay again and I asked her to stay with me and hold my hand for a while longer, which she did. I gently leaned over and rested my head on her feathery bosom and felt a sense of peace and strength flow back into me. I saw my energy self, the swirling electrons of light curling my limbs as I sat cross-legged, hunched over like a bear cub being cradled by his mother bear.
She helped me lie back down and I started to return to my technicoloured dream state. I asked Aya if we could make love again and she said ‘Of course’ but it felt different, when I opened my inner eye to see the face of the person I was entangled with I saw my own. Aya had taken on my form and this might well be the strangest thing I’ve ever written but I was exceptionally attracted to myself and I realized that this could be how girls who are in bed with me see me. I could feel the burning desire a girl feels when we make love. It felt strange but also good.
While I cuddled Oskar, the dog I grew up with, and played with him in our garden I looked up to see my dad approach us with tears in his eyes. I knew what he was going to say. When he told me that my grandmother had died I didn’t run away in confusion as I had on that day, instead, I went to hug my mom and for the first time, I empathized with the pain she had felt in that moment of hearing that her mother had passed.
I visited my friend Keith whose passing I have always felt a slight responsibility for since I know he read my travel blog and went to Costa Rica a month after I’d been there where he swam out to sea and drowned. I hugged him tightly and cried gently but he grabbed me firmly by the shoulders and said; ‘It wasn’t you! It wasn’t you…’
I visited my old school friend Alex who I had not been close to but whose misfortune to be on flight 447 still touched me. I told him and his beautiful fiance whom I’d never met that I was so sorry for them having been so frightened when they died but instead of me comforting them, they hugged and comforted me as I lay there silently crying for the people I missed. But it was not painful. Quite the opposite, it felt cathartic, like I was letting out the pain and healing myself.
At some point, while it was still light out Sun said “OK, I know that some of you are still on your journey but we will start having some food soon so if you want to share what you experienced now is the time.” I listened to some of the reports.
Several people said that they had a very rough ride because they had tried to fight it. One girl even said she was convinced she was dying. I felt very lucky and grateful for my gentle, warm ride through my multi-coloured Enthenoverse and wondered if I would ever return…
When it was my turn I said that I had finally been able to see how my friends and family see me and why they think I am awesome which will give me the confidence to finally believe that I am awesome (that got a laugh :). I also shared my new appreciation for how profoundly beautiful my life has been up until now and hoped that it will give me the strength to stop comparing myself to others, to focus on my own path and become my best self.
The following day I drove back to my rented shepherd’s hut in a nature reserve and had an exceptionally rich experience walking through the marshes. The sun was shining and everything seemed so intensely beautiful. I was moved just by watching something as simple as a male and a female bird fly across the water in perfect sync. It made me well up emotionally.
I’ve cried a lot recently and I believe it’s a good thing. I cry on most days.
Usually, it happens when I see someone doing something kind and for a brief moment I get overwhelmed and shed a tear. But again, they are not tears of pain they are usually tears of joy and I feel like I have become much more in touch with my emotions.
It feels like bringing Aya’s female spirit into my awareness has tripped a switch in my brain making me more feminine, hence a more complete human being. I’ve also started to care more about my appearance. My mum commented recently that I looked different and she is right. I’ve been working out more. I get my hair cut more frequently and I’ve even gone and bought new clothes that dress me with more style, even when it’s not particularly necessary.
My work attitude has also changed. I find myself a lot more productive and capable of operating at a higher level while enjoying the entire experience so much more!
I honestly feel more in control of my life. I feel focused on who I am, who I can become and what I can achieve. Previously my decisions in life seemed more vague and fuzzy.
Above all, I feel the happiest that I have felt since childhood. The last 10 weeks have been almost like a too-good-to-be-true dream for me.
I’m also positively influencing the people around me. My grandfather wrote me the following sentence after my most recent visit.
You have this mysterious gift of raising the spirits of people both just by being there and by your gift of empathy.
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One Saturday, in the spring of 2016 I was greeted by the medicine man himself with a big hug, let’s call him Blu. I came into his kitchen to be greeted by several women with slightly comical homemade, feather headdresses and couldn’t help but think I’d walked into a kid’s birthday party. In the garden, there was a small festival tent set up which had a hay bale altar with easter decorations.
The ceremony had around 30 other participants and 10 shamans. In the middle of the tent stood the medicine man’s wife, Sun who was very much the master of the ceremony. She had the most daring headdress, flowing orange robes and a rattle in her hand. She spoke to us with warm, friendly humour telling us that we would know the medicine had kicked in once her singing started to sound good!
She advised that each experience is unique and we should try not to have huge expectations, sometimes nothing at all happens the first time. Having waited five years for this day I was quietly confident that this would not be the case for me and boy was I right!
We went around the circle introducing ourselves and explained what we were hoping to get out of the ceremony. Focusing on your intent during a psychedelic experience is meant to help you get what you are looking for.
During my turn, I expressed my desire to regain my self-confidence and passion for the opportunities and women in my life to whom I never seem to be able to fully commit.
Once we had all shared, we learned that it was time to drink.
My heart was filled with profound forbearing and excitement as I went up to receive a small glass of harsh-tasting, brown liquid which certainly tasted like medicine!
I had a basic camping mattress and a duvet laid out for me which I snuggled into before pulling on my eye mask. I was on my back trying not to think too much about the medicine, whether it was working or maybe wouldn’t work while I meditated for an hour.
The shamans started singing and shaking rattles. One of the female shamans, Nubia had an incredibly beautiful soprano voice that stood out from the others. It was while listening to the song of the shamans that I started to feel a warm flow of energy along my limbs. I tried to dismiss it at first, thinking it might somehow be related to my fasting for 40 hours prior.
When I moved my eye mask to let some light into my eyes I saw the tent roof overlaid with a flowing grid of beautiful, metallic, geometric grids with multi-coloured light flowing through the lines. The Individual elements of the grid reflected every colour of the rainbow like oil on water’s surface and I started to feel joyful, like a child rolling through leaves on a warm autumn day.
Nubia started singing to us again and it was like nothing I’d ever heard. It was so beautiful and mesmerizing I didn’t want her to stop.
I could hear the people around me, some giggling and some vomiting or, purging medicine into their buckets. I checked myself, asking if should I purge but I felt a gentle presence speak inside of me saying: ‘No, you’re fine. Just relax.’
They call this presence Mother Ayahuasca. The reason people drink the brew is to speak with and receive her guidance.
My eye mask was back on my face and I turned into the fetal position with the duvet pulled over my head I felt exceptionally comfy with this strange yet familiar presence as I started to explore the un-intimidating hallucinogenic world within my mind. She showed me complex pictures of flowing energy with multicoloured lights in perfect alignment while I was gently gliding along, watching the beautiful colourful spectacle.It was around this time that Sun asked into the ceremony if anybody would like a second dose. I slowly sat upright and looked around. I checked myself. Truthfully, I was enjoying the experience. I was slightly nervous that having more could take me to a deeper, darker place however I had mentally prepared myself for the full immersion experience.
The presence told me: ‘It’s okay. You can handle it. I’ll be gentle.’
So I pulled on my shoes, got up and slowly walked over feeling slightly wobbly. I was worried Sun might tell me I’d had enough but when I sat in front of her, she gave me a big smile and beckoned me towards her. The second dose was about half the previous one and tasted familiar, not quite as harsh.
After I got up I walked out of the tent into the house. Sitting in the small toilet I saw the walls gently rippling with energy and recognized the phenomenon from previous psychedelic experiences. I’ve experienced mild, LSD-induced hallucinations before but nothing quite as mesmerizing as watching bright sparks of colorful energy emerging from objects and pictures.
Snuggling back under my duvet I listened to the rattles and felt myself floating deeper into the kaleidoscopic universe seeing my own body curled up but instead of my skin and flesh, I saw myself as streaming veins of energy. Millions of thin fibre optic threads pulsated with warm healing energy which outlined my body.
I felt myself lying on the floor in the jungle with mystical symbols and ineffable tribal figures around me. I felt like I was in a different, timeless dimension however I was surprisingly lucid and could snap out of it to check myself with ease. At some point I had to giggle as my boring pragmatist made the smart-ass remark, ‘You’re not lying in the jungle. You’re in a garden less than 100 meters from the Thames estuary!’
I had my eyes closed for most of the afternoon. I was seeing ever richer patterns. When I opened my eyes the patterns were still there but they were overlaid on the reality in front of my eyes. I could change them with the blink of an eye or bring back shapes I had seen previously.
I started thanking this entity for showing me all this beauty and felt the urge to reciprocate. I revealed some personal memories but they looked so very different. It seemed like they had a photo filter applied that filled the memory with golden light as they came alive with breathtaking beauty, streaming with colourful energy. I visited various life moments and it felt like entering into a photo and suddenly being there on that day!
I was there sitting in our garden at home. Once again I was a chubby baby covering my face with baked beans. I was actually there! I was picking the baked beans off my face and pushing them, one by one into my mouth.
They say that Mother Ayahuasca is a deep ancient spirit and I always imagined her as a deeply serious, majestic queen. I started wondering what she might look like… and so she appeared.
She was stern but not an old woman. Aya was young, perfectly matched to my age and exceptionally beautiful. She had long, smooth brown hair and big beautiful eyes filled with power and inspiration. As I looked closer at her exquisite face I realized that her features were constantly changing complexion. Her skin cycled from Amazonian to Latin to Nubian to Oriental and Mediterranean. She was outlined by swirling rainbow-coloured curls of light. The rest of her naked body only came into being when I directly looked at it. I realize that she was not one woman but a combination of every beautiful woman I’ve ever felt attracted to. I wanted her. She wanted me. We kissed and whirled around as we floated through my Entheoverse. My body of swirling rainbow energy flowed into her and hers into mine and this is how we made love passionately.
I had visions of us being on a summer weekend getaway in a stylish city. We lay in luxurious hotel rooms and I remember a cream-coloured clock on the wall, with Roman numerals but no hands to tell the time. I was dressed smartly as I led her by her hand into classy restaurants that had champagne poured, waiting by our table. It was like we were on a never-ending date, teleporting from one experience into the next, eloping while taking our time to enjoy each other’s energy, and passionately loving one another.
Afterwards, she lay in my arms and I asked what else she could show me and she replied; ‘What else would you like me to show you?’ I wasn’t prepared for this and my mind went a bit blank realizing that I could do anything, go anywhere in space and time I wanted.
I asked her; ‘Can you help me find my confidence?’
There was no clear answer. Instead, I had the random idea to become the temple stem of my friend Julio’s glasses. I looked at him from the bit next to the hinge and I could see him put the glasses on in the morning, and take them off at night and in the reflection of his right eye, I saw him coming home and watched his beautiful daughter jumping into his arms. Then I saw on his eyeball the reflection of me walking into the room and a felt warm glow spread through me.
Next, I visited my baby nephew sitting in my brother’s living room, in his red chair. I crossed my hands on my chest like he does and saw my brother and his wife smiling at me giving me warm hugs but more than seeing their faces while they hugged my body I could feel the way they felt when they put their arms around me and press me to their chests.
I saw all my brother’s smiles and happy faces as we jollied about, trying to make each other laugh as we do. I visited all my closest friends, took in their smiles and one by one, as I hugged each of them, I could feel their love for me.
Later I realized that Aya was indeed trying to give me confidence by showing me how much the people in my life care for me
I visited the girl I had just started dating called Anna whose raw energy I find simply irresistible. I came into her new apartment that I’d never visited before. She was standing in sexy lingerie by a floor-to-ceiling window looking down onto the busy Tottenham Court road. I remember her turning her beautiful face as I approached, touching it with ten fingers and kissing her lips passionately as we erupted into rainbow swirls of energy.I also visited my ex-girlfriend Jo, whose body and spiritual mind I still loved but whose soul is too damaged by the fear of rejection and tough mental armour I never managed to vanquish.
She was asleep in our white room in LA that she had so carefully decorated and I spooned my energy into her little body. She woke and we cuddled and kissed and I said I was sorry it didn’t work out between us and she replied; ‘It’s ok. I wasn’t ready for you…’
I asked Aya if we had made the right decision to stop forcing it and just be friends and felt her nod wisely.
At some point, I remember all three of us lying in bed together but instead of feeling like the king of the world, I felt like a greedy pig.
One of the underlying themes of the whole journey was how slowly gently and unhurried everything felt and I think the lesson I was meant to learn was that it’s ok to not settle right now — I thought I just haven’t found the one, the right woman to share my life with…
Aya kept giving me gentle advice throughout. I asked her about the stimulants I love such as cannabis, coffee and alcohol but instead of the stern telling-off I was secretly hoping to receive she told me; ‘You know they don’t serve you when you abuse them but they are also a part of what shaped you… Take care of the beautiful body you have been given.’
She repeated many times; Take care of yourself more… take care.
I asked Aya how I could find the power to harness my mind which has always been blessed and cursed with a distracting imagination and to keep my lack of attention from killing my dreams.
Instantly, I saw an unreal version of myself.
I was standing in something like a black shiny display window, straight out of a Mercedes advert. This guy was not merely a little bit better than I am now and I realized that the version staring back at me was my best self!
That guy is sharp, he is determined, and he dresses immaculately. That guy knows exactly what he is doing. When he enters the room, people notice his presence from the invisible halo that brightly surrounds him.
I asked Aya, how I could become him and the answer became clear. That guy works. He knows exactly where his energy comes from and all of a sudden I understood — The confident image he projects comes from the love he feels for himself which makes him look loved and successful in other people’s eyes. There is no room for distraction because that guy knows his worth and knows his purpose.
She gave me such a clear image of myself. I can still see myself standing motionless in the black, shiny shop window with rainbow-coloured fibre optic strains lighting the air that gently flowed around me.
How long I lay like that is impossible to say but I guess it was around 5–6 hours but it felt like an eternity of journeying into myself.
But it wasn’t all just warm energy and neon colours. I distinctly remember at some point realizing, it was time to go to the toilet. Afterwards, I walked back into the garden and found the Ewok-faced little terrier yapping at me. I laughed at him as I noticed the blue silver and chrome energy swirls around his head and ears. I couched down to see if I could pacify him but I suddenly became aware that his barking must be interfering with other people’s experiences. I turned to hurry into the tent as one of the shamans came out, to tell off the dog saying; ‘What’s wrong doggy, he’s alright!’ As I walked into the tent there were certainly more people sitting upright than when I had left and I read some irritated expressions on people’s faces, at least three people got up and walked out.
I lay down in shame but all my friend’s energy avatars ran up to me saying ‘It’s fine!’ as they doggy piled on top of me. It made me feel better. I felt them warm the cold shame out of me and I began relaxing again. I played around as before but the energy had markedly changed, it didn’t feel as light-hearted anymore. It was heavier and more serious. I was feeling the effects of the medicine becoming even stronger so I decided to sit up but when I opened my eyes, I saw Nubia hit the deck at my feet on a hastily arranged bed after having just purged into a bucket. I could see vomit in her black wavy hair as I started to think, ‘…oh dear if even the shamans are starting to falter, I’m in trouble.’
I didn’t know what to do. I tried to lie back down again. I asked Aya to help me, as she had several times previously when I’d gotten a little bit frightened but this time I could not sense her presence and I knew why. I had to go through this for myself.
It felt like I was sitting in a shopping trolley, rolling down a steep hill toward darkness, realizing as it picked up speed and bucked to and fro that this had been a bad decision, a dangerous idea and the only way it would end would be for the momentum to collide with suffering.
I needed help so I weakly put up my hand and within a few seconds, one of the shamans sat down next to me. She was wearing a white feather dress and occoured to me like an angel. She helped me sit up and as soon as I was sitting upright I began to retch. She passed me my bucket which I gratefully barfed into…
After I purged I felt better. My angel asked me if I felt okay again and I asked her to stay with me and hold my hand for a while longer, which she did. I gently leaned over and rested my head on her feathery bosom and felt a sense of peace and strength flow back into me. I saw my energy self, the swirling electrons of light curling my limbs as I sat cross-legged, hunched over like a bear cub being cradled by his mother bear.
She helped me lie back down and I started to return to my technicoloured dream state. I asked Aya if we could make love again and she said ‘Of course’ but it felt different, when I opened my inner eye to see the face of the person I was entangled with I saw my own. Aya had taken on my form and this might well be the strangest thing I’ve ever written but I was exceptionally attracted to myself and I realized that this could be how girls who are in bed with me see me. I could feel the burning desire a girl feels when we make love. It felt strange but also good.
They said Ayahuasca show you not what you want to see but rather what you need to see at any specific point in your life.
I visited countless friends, some people no longer in my life becouse we have grown apart and even those whose who have passed away. I visited my German grandparents and told them how much I loved them.While I cuddled Oskar, the dog I grew up with, and played with him in our garden I looked up to see my dad approach us with tears in his eyes. I knew what he was going to say. When he told me that my grandmother had died I didn’t run away in confusion as I had on that day, instead, I went to hug my mom and for the first time, I empathized with the pain she had felt in that moment of hearing that her mother had passed.
I visited my friend Keith whose passing I have always felt a slight responsibility for since I know he read my travel blog and went to Costa Rica a month after I’d been there where he swam out to sea and drowned. I hugged him tightly and cried gently but he grabbed me firmly by the shoulders and said; ‘It wasn’t you! It wasn’t you…’
I visited my old school friend Alex who I had not been close to but whose misfortune to be on flight 447 still touched me. I told him and his beautiful fiance whom I’d never met that I was so sorry for them having been so frightened when they died but instead of me comforting them, they hugged and comforted me as I lay there silently crying for the people I missed. But it was not painful. Quite the opposite, it felt cathartic, like I was letting out the pain and healing myself.
At some point, while it was still light out Sun said “OK, I know that some of you are still on your journey but we will start having some food soon so if you want to share what you experienced now is the time.” I listened to some of the reports.
Several people said that they had a very rough ride because they had tried to fight it. One girl even said she was convinced she was dying. I felt very lucky and grateful for my gentle, warm ride through my multi-coloured Enthenoverse and wondered if I would ever return…
When it was my turn I said that I had finally been able to see how my friends and family see me and why they think I am awesome which will give me the confidence to finally believe that I am awesome (that got a laugh :). I also shared my new appreciation for how profoundly beautiful my life has been up until now and hoped that it will give me the strength to stop comparing myself to others, to focus on my own path and become my best self.
10 weeks later
My life has undeniably changed over the last 10 weeks.The following day I drove back to my rented shepherd’s hut in a nature reserve and had an exceptionally rich experience walking through the marshes. The sun was shining and everything seemed so intensely beautiful. I was moved just by watching something as simple as a male and a female bird fly across the water in perfect sync. It made me well up emotionally.
I’ve cried a lot recently and I believe it’s a good thing. I cry on most days.
Usually, it happens when I see someone doing something kind and for a brief moment I get overwhelmed and shed a tear. But again, they are not tears of pain they are usually tears of joy and I feel like I have become much more in touch with my emotions.
It feels like bringing Aya’s female spirit into my awareness has tripped a switch in my brain making me more feminine, hence a more complete human being. I’ve also started to care more about my appearance. My mum commented recently that I looked different and she is right. I’ve been working out more. I get my hair cut more frequently and I’ve even gone and bought new clothes that dress me with more style, even when it’s not particularly necessary.
My work attitude has also changed. I find myself a lot more productive and capable of operating at a higher level while enjoying the entire experience so much more!
I honestly feel more in control of my life. I feel focused on who I am, who I can become and what I can achieve. Previously my decisions in life seemed more vague and fuzzy.
Above all, I feel the happiest that I have felt since childhood. The last 10 weeks have been almost like a too-good-to-be-true dream for me.
I’m also positively influencing the people around me. My grandfather wrote me the following sentence after my most recent visit.
You have this mysterious gift of raising the spirits of people both just by being there and by your gift of empathy.
Epilogue
I have indeed had more Ayahuasca ceremonies since I first wrote this and even though there was a 4 year gap between my 4th and my 5th experience I have felt the effect compound over time. I will be publishing more of my trip reports over on medium and would appreciate your supporting me by following me over there where I also publish contant whihc is not just psychedilic in nature. https://medium.com/@hi_niels2023.06.08 07:14 Cello343 The traditional interpretation of Daniel 9 invalidates Christianity.
(Sorry, was tired writing this, probably some grammar errors)
You may know me from a post I deleted a while back, about a failed second coming of Jesus. I deleted it mainly because I felt it wasn't really going anywhere, but this post is about an argument related to it. I genuinely want to know if anyone can defeat this argument, as I actually considered going back to Christianity, but this argument seemed to come from nowhere and made me go back to my doubting ways.
So, many people will point to Daniel 9 as a pinnacle of biblical prophecy. It definitely seems to predict the fall of the temple and Jerusalem, and to some Jesus's ministry. They use the prophetic years method to support this messianic interpretation, but it seems there are problems with this that complicate another field of biblical thought... eschatology.
Let's look at Daniel 9, in the seventy weeks prophecy: (note the bold text)
“Seventy weeks are decreed about your people and your holy city, to finish the transgression, to put an end to sin, and to atone for iniquity, to bring in everlasting righteousness, to seal both vision and prophet, and to anoint a most holy place. Know therefore and understand that from the going out of the word to restore and build Jerusalem to the coming of an anointed one, a prince, there shall be seven weeks. Then for sixty-two weeks it shall be built again with squares and moat, but in a troubled time. And after the sixty-two weeks, an anointed one shall be cut off and shall have nothing. And the people of the prince who is to come shall destroy the city and the sanctuary (A). Its end shall come with a flood, and to the end there shall be war. Desolations are decreed. And he shall make a strong covenant with many for one week (D), and for half of the week he shall put an end to sacrifice and offering (B). And on the wing of abominations shall come one who makes desolate (C), until the decreed end is poured out on the desolator.” Daniel 9:24-27 ESV
I heard somewhere, if I remember correctly, that some people interpret making the strong covenant and ending sacrifice and offering as being done by Jesus. This seems plausible at first, and other translations probably give a tiny bit more credence to this theory, but if we look at the rest of the book of Daniel, we will see something important.
"It became great, even as great as the Prince of the host. And the regular burnt offering was taken away from him (B), and the place of his sanctuary was overthrown (A). And a host will be given over to it (D) together with the regular burnt offering (B) because of transgression, and it will throw truth to the ground, and it will act and prosper. Then I heard a holy one speaking, and another holy one said to the one who spoke, “For how long is the vision concerning the regular burnt offering (B), the transgression that makes desolate (C), and the giving over of the sanctuary and host to be trampled underfoot (A)?” And he said to me, “For 2,300 evenings and mornings. Then the sanctuary shall be restored to its rightful state.”" Daniel 8:11-14 ESV
"Forces from him shall appear and profane the temple and fortress (A), and shall take away the regular burnt offering (B). And they shall set up the abomination that makes desolate. (C)" Daniel 11:31 ESV
"And from the time that the regular burnt offering is taken away (B) and the abomination that makes desolate is set up (C), there shall be 1,290 days." Daniel 12:11 ESV
It seems that the bible is making something crystal clear. Not only do we see that the offerings being taken away and a covenant being made are not supposed to be good things, but we also see that the timing of the offerings being taken away and the abomination of desolation are seemingly the same (Thus showing the events are supposed to be taking place within the last part of the seventy weeks)! This is huge, due to the olivet discourse prophecy traditionally being viewed as an event in the far future. Combining this with Jesus's words "Truly, I say to you, this generation will not pass away until all these things take place", we can almost be certain that a preterist view of the olivet discourse events would have to be correct, if Christianity is true.
However, there are reasons to question this. First:
"Forces from him shall appear and profane the temple and fortress, and shall take away the regular burnt offering. And they shall set up the abomination that makes desolate. He shall seduce with flattery those who violate the covenant, but the people who know their God shall stand firm and take action. And the wise among the people shall make many understand, though for some days they shall stumble by sword and flame, by captivity and plunder. When they stumble, they shall receive a little help. And many shall join themselves to them with flattery, and some of the wise shall stumble, so that they may be refined, purified, and made white, until the time of the end, for it still awaits the appointed time.
And the king shall do as he wills. He shall exalt himself and magnify himself above every god, and shall speak astonishing things against the God of gods. He shall prosper till the indignation is accomplished; for what is decreed shall be done." Daniel 11:31-36
"Now concerning the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our being gathered together to him, we ask you, brothers, not to be quickly shaken in mind or alarmed, either by a spirit or a spoken word, or a letter seeming to be from us, to the effect that the day of the Lord has come. Let no one deceive you in any way. For that day will not come, unless the rebellion comes first, and the man of lawlessness is revealed, the son of destruction, who opposes and exalts himself against every so-called god or object of worship, so that he takes his seat in the temple of God, proclaiming himself to be God. Do you not remember that when I was still with you I told you these things? And you know what is restraining him now so that he may be revealed in his time. For the mystery of lawlessness is already at work. Only he who now restrains it will do so until he is out of the way. And then the lawless one will be revealed, whom the Lord Jesus will kill with the breath of his mouth and bring to nothing by the appearance of his coming. The coming of the lawless one is by the activity of Satan with all power and false signs and wonders," 2 Thessalonians 2:1-9
Here it seems Paul is referencing Daniel 11, with the rebellion of the people (which can be seen in the segments labed D earlier) and exaltation of the anti-Christ. I would even suggest the sitting in the temple is the abomination of desolation "standing where he ought not to be." More importantly, however, it seems Paul is suggesting that the anti-Christ would be destroyed at Jesus's coming! There is more evidence too.
"Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen." Revelations 1:7
This is written in revelations, which is largely believed to be written AFTER the fall of Jerusalem.
This is not even mentioning the many verses in the New Testament that suggest they believed the end was near and the tribulation supposing to be a worldwide event.
Counterpoints?
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You may know me from a post I deleted a while back, about a failed second coming of Jesus. I deleted it mainly because I felt it wasn't really going anywhere, but this post is about an argument related to it. I genuinely want to know if anyone can defeat this argument, as I actually considered going back to Christianity, but this argument seemed to come from nowhere and made me go back to my doubting ways.
So, many people will point to Daniel 9 as a pinnacle of biblical prophecy. It definitely seems to predict the fall of the temple and Jerusalem, and to some Jesus's ministry. They use the prophetic years method to support this messianic interpretation, but it seems there are problems with this that complicate another field of biblical thought... eschatology.
Let's look at Daniel 9, in the seventy weeks prophecy: (note the bold text)
“Seventy weeks are decreed about your people and your holy city, to finish the transgression, to put an end to sin, and to atone for iniquity, to bring in everlasting righteousness, to seal both vision and prophet, and to anoint a most holy place. Know therefore and understand that from the going out of the word to restore and build Jerusalem to the coming of an anointed one, a prince, there shall be seven weeks. Then for sixty-two weeks it shall be built again with squares and moat, but in a troubled time. And after the sixty-two weeks, an anointed one shall be cut off and shall have nothing. And the people of the prince who is to come shall destroy the city and the sanctuary (A). Its end shall come with a flood, and to the end there shall be war. Desolations are decreed. And he shall make a strong covenant with many for one week (D), and for half of the week he shall put an end to sacrifice and offering (B). And on the wing of abominations shall come one who makes desolate (C), until the decreed end is poured out on the desolator.” Daniel 9:24-27 ESV
I heard somewhere, if I remember correctly, that some people interpret making the strong covenant and ending sacrifice and offering as being done by Jesus. This seems plausible at first, and other translations probably give a tiny bit more credence to this theory, but if we look at the rest of the book of Daniel, we will see something important.
"It became great, even as great as the Prince of the host. And the regular burnt offering was taken away from him (B), and the place of his sanctuary was overthrown (A). And a host will be given over to it (D) together with the regular burnt offering (B) because of transgression, and it will throw truth to the ground, and it will act and prosper. Then I heard a holy one speaking, and another holy one said to the one who spoke, “For how long is the vision concerning the regular burnt offering (B), the transgression that makes desolate (C), and the giving over of the sanctuary and host to be trampled underfoot (A)?” And he said to me, “For 2,300 evenings and mornings. Then the sanctuary shall be restored to its rightful state.”" Daniel 8:11-14 ESV
"Forces from him shall appear and profane the temple and fortress (A), and shall take away the regular burnt offering (B). And they shall set up the abomination that makes desolate. (C)" Daniel 11:31 ESV
"And from the time that the regular burnt offering is taken away (B) and the abomination that makes desolate is set up (C), there shall be 1,290 days." Daniel 12:11 ESV
It seems that the bible is making something crystal clear. Not only do we see that the offerings being taken away and a covenant being made are not supposed to be good things, but we also see that the timing of the offerings being taken away and the abomination of desolation are seemingly the same (Thus showing the events are supposed to be taking place within the last part of the seventy weeks)! This is huge, due to the olivet discourse prophecy traditionally being viewed as an event in the far future. Combining this with Jesus's words "Truly, I say to you, this generation will not pass away until all these things take place", we can almost be certain that a preterist view of the olivet discourse events would have to be correct, if Christianity is true.
However, there are reasons to question this. First:
"Forces from him shall appear and profane the temple and fortress, and shall take away the regular burnt offering. And they shall set up the abomination that makes desolate. He shall seduce with flattery those who violate the covenant, but the people who know their God shall stand firm and take action. And the wise among the people shall make many understand, though for some days they shall stumble by sword and flame, by captivity and plunder. When they stumble, they shall receive a little help. And many shall join themselves to them with flattery, and some of the wise shall stumble, so that they may be refined, purified, and made white, until the time of the end, for it still awaits the appointed time.
And the king shall do as he wills. He shall exalt himself and magnify himself above every god, and shall speak astonishing things against the God of gods. He shall prosper till the indignation is accomplished; for what is decreed shall be done." Daniel 11:31-36
"Now concerning the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our being gathered together to him, we ask you, brothers, not to be quickly shaken in mind or alarmed, either by a spirit or a spoken word, or a letter seeming to be from us, to the effect that the day of the Lord has come. Let no one deceive you in any way. For that day will not come, unless the rebellion comes first, and the man of lawlessness is revealed, the son of destruction, who opposes and exalts himself against every so-called god or object of worship, so that he takes his seat in the temple of God, proclaiming himself to be God. Do you not remember that when I was still with you I told you these things? And you know what is restraining him now so that he may be revealed in his time. For the mystery of lawlessness is already at work. Only he who now restrains it will do so until he is out of the way. And then the lawless one will be revealed, whom the Lord Jesus will kill with the breath of his mouth and bring to nothing by the appearance of his coming. The coming of the lawless one is by the activity of Satan with all power and false signs and wonders," 2 Thessalonians 2:1-9
Here it seems Paul is referencing Daniel 11, with the rebellion of the people (which can be seen in the segments labed D earlier) and exaltation of the anti-Christ. I would even suggest the sitting in the temple is the abomination of desolation "standing where he ought not to be." More importantly, however, it seems Paul is suggesting that the anti-Christ would be destroyed at Jesus's coming! There is more evidence too.
"Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen." Revelations 1:7
This is written in revelations, which is largely believed to be written AFTER the fall of Jerusalem.
This is not even mentioning the many verses in the New Testament that suggest they believed the end was near and the tribulation supposing to be a worldwide event.
Counterpoints?
2023.06.08 07:13 Beer-Fart Lights in the Sky
I have lived in this area for years and years now, and worked on or around JBLM for most of that time. About 4 years ago, I moved from Lacey to west Oly and have definitely noticed being more in the flight path of JBLM training ops here vs back in Lacey.
This usually means seeing Blackhawks, Chinooks, and C-17s, etc, but not we're all familiar with the other regulars at this point, from the WA state patrol Cessna to the Boeing planes to the weird glider thing and occasional float plane.
However, in the past few months, and with increasing frequency, I've noticed... lights I cannot readily identify... Usually in the northern sky. They do not blink like military or civilian craft I know of (no red lights at all, steady green/white), and though it's difficult to gauge speed, it does not appear to be a helicopter of a type I'm familiar with, nor is any noise apparent from my porch when I've seen it.
I am a Navy veteran of 6 years that served on an aircraft carrier. I've done a lot of joint operations and seen a lot of aircraft in the night sky, but something has stuck out as odd about this.
Last seen: last night, 6 June, looking ENE from West Oly
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This usually means seeing Blackhawks, Chinooks, and C-17s, etc, but not we're all familiar with the other regulars at this point, from the WA state patrol Cessna to the Boeing planes to the weird glider thing and occasional float plane.
However, in the past few months, and with increasing frequency, I've noticed... lights I cannot readily identify... Usually in the northern sky. They do not blink like military or civilian craft I know of (no red lights at all, steady green/white), and though it's difficult to gauge speed, it does not appear to be a helicopter of a type I'm familiar with, nor is any noise apparent from my porch when I've seen it.
I am a Navy veteran of 6 years that served on an aircraft carrier. I've done a lot of joint operations and seen a lot of aircraft in the night sky, but something has stuck out as odd about this.
Last seen: last night, 6 June, looking ENE from West Oly
2023.06.08 07:10 Training_Party_2308 Chat GPT4 Work Out Diet Routine
I've been working out for the last 3 years, so i thought id see what chat gpt4 could do to improve my routine. After a day of asking it questions with my goals and current ability and dietary preference in mind, it produced this for me (if your goal is body building i encourage you to use this or try out your own unique plan through gpt4)
Day 1 - Chest and Triceps: Workout: * Bench Press: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Dumbbell Flyes: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Incline Bench Press: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Triceps Dips: 4 sets of 10-15 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Skull Crushers: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. Diet: * Breakfast: Quinoa porridge (1 cup cooked quinoa, 1 cup rice milk, 2 tablespoons each of pumpkin and sunflower seeds, 15 cashews, 1 tablespoon of ginger) with 1 cup strawberries and 1 kiwi (450 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 cup Kimchi, 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1.5 cups of cooked brown rice (1000 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 200g Steamed Salmon, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (800 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (250 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3800 kcal
Day 2 - Ab and HIIT Cardio: Workout: * Plank: 3 sets, hold for 30 seconds each, rest for 30-60 seconds between sets. * Russian Twists: 3 sets of 12-15 reps per side, rest for 30-60 seconds between sets. * Bicycle Crunches: 3 sets of 12-15 reps per side, rest for 30-60 seconds between sets. * Reverse Crunches: 3 sets of 12-15 reps, rest for 30-60 seconds between sets. * 20 minutes of HIIT cardio on treadmill: Rest for 30-60 seconds between intervals. Diet: * Breakfast: Boost: Weekend Warrior Oats, Blueberries, Dates, Whey Protein, Coconut Water, Chia, Banana (355 kcal) * Morning Snack: 2 Kiwis and 30 cashews (300 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 cup Kimchi, 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1 cup of cooked brown rice (900 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 250g Steak, 3 cloves of garlic, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (1100 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2.5 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (345 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3300 kcal
Day 3 - Back and Biceps: Workout: * Hex Bar Deadlift: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Pull-ups: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Barbell Rows: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Bicep Curls: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Hammer Curls: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. Diet: * Breakfast: Quinoa porridge (1 cup cooked quinoa, 1 cup rice milk, 2 tablespoons each of pumpkin and sunflower seeds, 15 cashews, 1 tablespoon of ginger) with 1 cup strawberries and 1 kiwi (450 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 cup Kimchi, 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1.5 cups of cooked brown rice (1000 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 200g Steamed Salmon, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (800 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (250 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3800 kcal
Day 4 - Rest day Workout: * 20 minutes of HIIT cardio on treadmill: Rest for 30-60 seconds between intervals. Diet: * Breakfast: Boost: Weekend Warrior Oats, Blueberries, Dates, Whey Protein, Coconut Water, Chia, Banana (355 kcal) * Morning Snack: 2 Kiwis and 30 cashews (300 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 cup Kimchi, 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1 cup of cooked brown rice (900 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 250g Steak, 3 cloves of garlic, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (1100 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2.5 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (345 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3300 kcal
Day 5 - Legs and Shoulders: Workout: * Squats: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Lunges: 4 sets of 10-12 reps per leg, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Calf Raises: 4 sets of 15-20 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Dumbbell Shoulder Press: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Lateral Raises: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. Diet: * Breakfast: Quinoa porridge (1 cup cooked quinoa, 1 cup rice milk, 2 tablespoons each of pumpkin and sunflower seeds, 15 cashews, 1 tablespoon of ginger) with 1 cup strawberries and 1 kiwi (450 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1.5 cups of cooked brown rice, 2 cups kale (1000 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 200g Steamed Salmon, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (800 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (250 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3800 kcal
Day 6 - Rest day Diet: * Breakfast: Boost: Weekend Warrior Oats, Blueberries, Dates, Whey Protein, Coconut Water, Chia, Banana (355 kcal) * Morning Snack: 2 Kiwis and 30 cashews (300 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 cup Kimchi, 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1 cup of cooked brown rice (900 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 250g Steak, 3 cloves of garlic, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (1100 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2.5 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (345 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3300 kcal
Day 7 - Full Body: Workout: * Bench Press: 3 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Squats: 3 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Hex Bar Deadlift: 3 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Dumbbell Shoulder Press: 3 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Pull-ups: 3 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * 20 minutes of HIIT cardio on treadmill: Rest for 30-60 seconds between intervals. Diet: * Breakfast: Quinoa porridge (1 cup cooked quinoa, 1 cup rice milk, 2 tablespoons each of pumpkin and sunflower seeds, 15 cashews, 1 tablespoon of ginger) with 1 cup strawberries and 1 kiwi (450 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1.5 cups of cooked brown rice, 2 cups kale (1000 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 200g Steamed Salmon, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (800 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (250 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3800 kcal
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Day 1 - Chest and Triceps: Workout: * Bench Press: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Dumbbell Flyes: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Incline Bench Press: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Triceps Dips: 4 sets of 10-15 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Skull Crushers: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. Diet: * Breakfast: Quinoa porridge (1 cup cooked quinoa, 1 cup rice milk, 2 tablespoons each of pumpkin and sunflower seeds, 15 cashews, 1 tablespoon of ginger) with 1 cup strawberries and 1 kiwi (450 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 cup Kimchi, 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1.5 cups of cooked brown rice (1000 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 200g Steamed Salmon, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (800 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (250 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3800 kcal
Day 2 - Ab and HIIT Cardio: Workout: * Plank: 3 sets, hold for 30 seconds each, rest for 30-60 seconds between sets. * Russian Twists: 3 sets of 12-15 reps per side, rest for 30-60 seconds between sets. * Bicycle Crunches: 3 sets of 12-15 reps per side, rest for 30-60 seconds between sets. * Reverse Crunches: 3 sets of 12-15 reps, rest for 30-60 seconds between sets. * 20 minutes of HIIT cardio on treadmill: Rest for 30-60 seconds between intervals. Diet: * Breakfast: Boost: Weekend Warrior Oats, Blueberries, Dates, Whey Protein, Coconut Water, Chia, Banana (355 kcal) * Morning Snack: 2 Kiwis and 30 cashews (300 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 cup Kimchi, 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1 cup of cooked brown rice (900 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 250g Steak, 3 cloves of garlic, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (1100 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2.5 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (345 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3300 kcal
Day 3 - Back and Biceps: Workout: * Hex Bar Deadlift: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Pull-ups: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Barbell Rows: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Bicep Curls: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Hammer Curls: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. Diet: * Breakfast: Quinoa porridge (1 cup cooked quinoa, 1 cup rice milk, 2 tablespoons each of pumpkin and sunflower seeds, 15 cashews, 1 tablespoon of ginger) with 1 cup strawberries and 1 kiwi (450 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 cup Kimchi, 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1.5 cups of cooked brown rice (1000 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 200g Steamed Salmon, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (800 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (250 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3800 kcal
Day 4 - Rest day Workout: * 20 minutes of HIIT cardio on treadmill: Rest for 30-60 seconds between intervals. Diet: * Breakfast: Boost: Weekend Warrior Oats, Blueberries, Dates, Whey Protein, Coconut Water, Chia, Banana (355 kcal) * Morning Snack: 2 Kiwis and 30 cashews (300 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 cup Kimchi, 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1 cup of cooked brown rice (900 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 250g Steak, 3 cloves of garlic, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (1100 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2.5 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (345 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3300 kcal
Day 5 - Legs and Shoulders: Workout: * Squats: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Lunges: 4 sets of 10-12 reps per leg, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Calf Raises: 4 sets of 15-20 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Dumbbell Shoulder Press: 4 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Lateral Raises: 4 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. Diet: * Breakfast: Quinoa porridge (1 cup cooked quinoa, 1 cup rice milk, 2 tablespoons each of pumpkin and sunflower seeds, 15 cashews, 1 tablespoon of ginger) with 1 cup strawberries and 1 kiwi (450 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1.5 cups of cooked brown rice, 2 cups kale (1000 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 200g Steamed Salmon, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (800 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (250 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3800 kcal
Day 6 - Rest day Diet: * Breakfast: Boost: Weekend Warrior Oats, Blueberries, Dates, Whey Protein, Coconut Water, Chia, Banana (355 kcal) * Morning Snack: 2 Kiwis and 30 cashews (300 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 cup Kimchi, 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1 cup of cooked brown rice (900 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 250g Steak, 3 cloves of garlic, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (1100 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2.5 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (345 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3300 kcal
Day 7 - Full Body: Workout: * Bench Press: 3 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Squats: 3 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Hex Bar Deadlift: 3 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 2-3 minutes between sets. * Dumbbell Shoulder Press: 3 sets of 6-8 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * Pull-ups: 3 sets of 10-12 reps, rest for 1-2 minutes between sets. * 20 minutes of HIIT cardio on treadmill: Rest for 30-60 seconds between intervals. Diet: * Breakfast: Quinoa porridge (1 cup cooked quinoa, 1 cup rice milk, 2 tablespoons each of pumpkin and sunflower seeds, 15 cashews, 1 tablespoon of ginger) with 1 cup strawberries and 1 kiwi (450 kcal) * Lunch: 250g chicken with 1 whole avocado, 1 whole Capsicum, 1.5 cups of cooked brown rice, 2 cups kale (1000 kcal) * Afternoon Snack: 200g Hummus, 2 whole carrots, and 2 celery sticks (300 kcal) * Dinner: 200g Steamed Salmon, 2 medium sweet potatoes, 1.5 cups of broccoli, 1 cup cooked Buckwheat and 2 cups kale (800 kcal) * Evening Snack: Chia Pudding with 2 tablespoons chia seeds, 1/2 cup almond milk, and 1 tablespoon honey (250 kcal) Total Caloric Intake: ~3800 kcal
2023.06.08 07:09 EfficientChoice4415 Do yall like the 40s and 50s makeup look
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2023.06.08 07:08 CawfeePig Very weird thumbnail situation when saving videos to my Macbook. I'd really appreciate some help.
Bear with me, because this is a very weird and convoluted problem...
I am converting some old VHS home movies to digital files on my Macbook by hooking up a VCR with an Elgato converter. The program I'm using is Elgato Video Capture. The whole process is very simple and it's working well. I'm happy with the results so far.
BUT...
I'm having a super annoying issue and going way out of my way to fix it. Maybe someone can make my life a little easier. When I save a video file with the program, it saves to my desktop as an mp4 with a very funky icon. The icon is a tall black box with the project name in it. On a Mac, all you have to do is open the video in a video player, hit copy, then go into the "get info" section of the video file, and paste over the little icon at the top. That actually changes the thumbnail on my desktop and everything looks good when I move these files to a folder in my iCloud Drive. However, when I look at these files on the Files app on my phone or on iCloud.com, those original bad thumbnails are back. It's the same for my family members who are accessing these videos on their iPhones.
I'd like these thumbnails to be unique because it makes navigating these videos much easier. So far, I have only accidentally found one way to do this, and it is a total mess. Basically, I have to drag the mp4 file into Photos on my Mac, make some kind of edit to the video (like trim it), drag it back to the desktop (it is now a mov file) and then use the program called Handbrake to convert that mov file back to an mp4. I figured this out by accident because I was initially using Photos to trim before I realized Elgato lets me do that within the program.
Anyway, is there ANY way to change these ugly thumbnails so that they actual show up as the new thumbnails everywhere? Like I said, my bad method works, but I'd like something easier.
A couple final questions:
- Is converting these files from mp4 to mov and then back to mp4 damaging the quality at all? I tried to compare and contrast a before and after and didn't really notice a difference, but these are important videos I want to preserve.
- Quicktime also shows the original name of the project in the little bar at the top of the player, even if I change the file name. I'm assuming this is some other meta data that is sticking around like the OG bad thumbnails.
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I am converting some old VHS home movies to digital files on my Macbook by hooking up a VCR with an Elgato converter. The program I'm using is Elgato Video Capture. The whole process is very simple and it's working well. I'm happy with the results so far.
BUT...
I'm having a super annoying issue and going way out of my way to fix it. Maybe someone can make my life a little easier. When I save a video file with the program, it saves to my desktop as an mp4 with a very funky icon. The icon is a tall black box with the project name in it. On a Mac, all you have to do is open the video in a video player, hit copy, then go into the "get info" section of the video file, and paste over the little icon at the top. That actually changes the thumbnail on my desktop and everything looks good when I move these files to a folder in my iCloud Drive. However, when I look at these files on the Files app on my phone or on iCloud.com, those original bad thumbnails are back. It's the same for my family members who are accessing these videos on their iPhones.
I'd like these thumbnails to be unique because it makes navigating these videos much easier. So far, I have only accidentally found one way to do this, and it is a total mess. Basically, I have to drag the mp4 file into Photos on my Mac, make some kind of edit to the video (like trim it), drag it back to the desktop (it is now a mov file) and then use the program called Handbrake to convert that mov file back to an mp4. I figured this out by accident because I was initially using Photos to trim before I realized Elgato lets me do that within the program.
Anyway, is there ANY way to change these ugly thumbnails so that they actual show up as the new thumbnails everywhere? Like I said, my bad method works, but I'd like something easier.
A couple final questions:
- Is converting these files from mp4 to mov and then back to mp4 damaging the quality at all? I tried to compare and contrast a before and after and didn't really notice a difference, but these are important videos I want to preserve.
- Quicktime also shows the original name of the project in the little bar at the top of the player, even if I change the file name. I'm assuming this is some other meta data that is sticking around like the OG bad thumbnails.
2023.06.08 07:06 JPM11S Superman: House of El #3 - Moving at Super Speed
“Pete knows what he saw, Martha!”
“Bunch ‘a frightened children ain’t exactly the--”
A door slammed shut.
Clark Kent, only a young boy, squeezed his eyes shut until it hurt and pressed his hands against his ears until his temples throbbed.One step after the other. Heavy. Crunching grass.
“You think I’m an idiot, Martha?!”
“Now, I never said that.”
The pained look on Clark’s face softened -- softened, so it could be remolded into a whimper while the rest of his body stiffened.“He ain’t done nothing wrong, all I’m saying is--”
“All you’re saying is that you’d rather not talk about it!”
“There’s nothing to talk about!”
Then why wouldn’t they stop talking! All of these voices, the thousand-million voices screaming at him, and all Clark could hear were the two arguing over him! Him!A long, creaking groan. Wood shuddering.
“CLARK!”
The word, his name, knocked the other two sources of dismay from his head, an instant of soothing comfort before the pain took hold again and even more intensely, now as if he were pressing his head against a bass booster. “Pa!” Clark cried out, only to regret it as quickly as he had acted on the impulse.“CLARK!”
His father called for him again and, judging from what should have been the imperceptible way the wind whistled, began dashing around in search of him; it took nothing less than an eternity for Pa to finally find him and one thunderous thwump after the other to finally lay eyes on him.Pa pulled down the last barrel of hay -- Clark had stacked some around himself in an attempt to muffle the noise -- before breathing a sigh of relief; little did he know, it was a veritable wind storm to his son. “Remember…” he made sure to whisper, his small crisis finally abetting, if only a little. “This is all you. You’re inside your own head and that’s making it so much worse. You are the one in control.”
Clark’s only response was a strangled noise and to curl up further into himself.
To that, Pa felt his own throat tighten. “So open your eyes, son, get on back to the rest of the world… I’m right here.” He extended his hand, gently nudging Clark.
Again, no response and, again, Pa’s throat tightened, twisting and winding until the strain became too much to bear, and finally snapped loose under the pressure.
“DAMNIT, CLARK!”
He burst out, the sudden snap of tension giving each word a trembling quality as it all came pouring out. And then Clark flinched, like all boys do when they’re scared or hurt or both, and the dam was suddenly closed again, sealed with a silent promise.“Son, I--” Pa stammered, his voice the sort of wreck so mired with cracks and creaks that it was a miracle it held together at all. “I didn’t--”
It was then that Clark finally stirred, hands at last unwrapping themselves from around his head, which peaked up ever so slightly to look out beyond his hay-fort at his father. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice so small that Pa struggled to hear it.
His body screamed a thousand different things to say, but he knew that just was the last thing Clark needed right now. So, fighting back to the calm, measured tone he had managed just a scant few moments ago, Pa said, “You best not be sorry, you ain’t done nothing wrong,” and pulled his son out from his refuge.
“Seriously?” Clark seemed dumbfounded by the statement, so much so that he even resisted the tug, if only for a passing second. “You seen what’s happening back there?” He jabbed a finger towards the house. “It’s all me. Literally. They’re arguing about me. ‘Cuz I-I’m some sort of freak or something!”
Pa was quick to correct him. “You ain’t no different from any other boy I ever met.”
He was met with a piercing glare from his son.
“You know what I mean, aside from your gifts--”
“How the hell’re these supposed to be gifts!” Clark threw up his hands in his best attempt at exasperation, but even an ear without super hearing could hear how his throat stiffened with each word.
Pa smiled, shrugging. “Able to race the car, leap the barn in a single bound…”
“But I don’t want to do any of that!” he said, voice finally breaking. “And w-when it comes with stuff like… this…! I just wanna be Clark Kent: Pete and Lana’s friend. Your and Ma’s son. Not some freak!”
“Clark--!” A cross of anger and dread flared in Pa’s voice, and he caught himself from pulling Clark into a hug. Swallowing hard, he instead summoned the warmest smile he could, ruffling the boy’s hair.
“You are my son, but you are so much more than that too.”
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SUPERMAN: HOUSE OF EL
The Return of Superman - Part 3, Moving at Super SpeedBy JPM11S
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To say silence hung thick in the air would have been an understatement, because even silence was something more than being frozen in a single, inescapable instant: Kal-El staring down the man clutching his throbbing hand, the man’s friend looking on flush-faced, and the rest of the establishment bracing for whatever happened next. It was a rare thing that Jon Kent found himself slipping into Bullet Time on accident -- a state of heightened awareness where the world seemed to grow still around him -- and an even rarer thing that it should happen when a bright red cape wasn’t slung around his shoulders; simply put, as an instinctual reaction to being threatened, there needed to be, well, something that could threaten him, and there weren’t very many things that seriously could: Kryptonite, which Jon was confident wasn’t in play, and being yelled at, which he couldn’t have even known.
It was then that it dawned on him, so obvious that the muscles and tendons along Jon’s arm tensed in anticipation of slapping himself upside the head before he stopped himself -- a small thunderclap born from his own embarrassment was likely to only make the feeling worse. ‘Just an adrenaline rush…’ Jon explained to no one but himself. ‘Because… you know… watching dad do… that.’ The recently appeared doppelganger of his father had broken a man’s finger to “teach him a lesson” -- something his father most certainly would not have done; what he would have done, and what Jon was currently doing, was take a deep, relaxing breath, easing the stress away so that he could “hit play” on the rest of the world.
It came as something of a mild surprise when… nothing happened; Jon panicked, doing a double take as the terrible thought sprung into his mind: What if this was something else, some time-weapon unleashed just then on the city? Or what if he had failed to slow himself down? Would he be forced to wander the world a waking ghost? Jon shook his head, knocking such silly notions from his mind -- and also getting the attention of Natasha Irons.
“Something up?” she asked, broken from her spellbound trance.
Jon blinked. “Nope. Nothing.” The Ace ‘o Clubs could be a little rough around the edges, so what didn’t even qualify as a minor scuffle at the bar hardly registered with many of the patrons, who merely kept about their business as if nothing had happened -- because, to them, nothing had. Jon shook his head again, chidding himself for thinking that a cursory glance in that general direction had been any real indication of interest; his own bias, he supposed.
Kal-El returned to the table, his sheer weight and size making it known despite the fact that Jon’s attention had been elsewhere. No one said anything, and it took the visitor from another world a few passing seconds to realize that fact -- like they were all waiting for him to do something.
Kal looked up, a look of restrained puzzlement on his face.
Lois’s lips went thin. “What was that?”
“What was… what?” Kal-El’s eyes darted across everyone’s face, searching for an answer.
Irons nudged him gently.
“Wait, really?” he almost recoiled, tilting his chin up and cocking his head, confusion finally overtaking him. “I--”
“Was wrong.” Lois finished the sentence for him. “The hell were you thinking?!”
Jon and Natasha exchanged looks.
Kal-El shrugged it off. Literally. “The way I see it, a broken finger or two isn’t going to impede him in any real way, while also being something he’s not going to just forget.”
“So that makes it alright?!” insisted Lois, leaning forward.
“...yes?” he answered. “Though I feel like that’s… not the answer you wanted.”
“That’s not how we do things here.”
At that moment, with just how each word was frozen in a block of ice, Jon could have swore his mom had spontaneously developed Frost Breath; ironically, that was what inspired him to finally intervene. “You know, mom,” he explained, “In class, the professors always talked about how different all these cultures were from each other: food, clothing, language, medicine, you get the idea… Their sense of justice, how they handled punishments and such… that was one of the big ones too. Judeo-Christian morality versus something like Hammurabi's ‘an eye for an eye.’” He paused, making sure his mom was actually listening. “So, you know, on Kal’s Earth, maybe that was perfectly acceptable. Heck, there’re a lot of people here who would agree with him.”
Lois stopped to consider her answer, though it seemed more an imitation of the action than a genuine attempt. “He’s here now, and that wouldn’t make it right if he wasn’t.”
“Listen, I’m really sorry if--” Kal-El raised his hands in apology.
“No, no,” Jon waved him off, gaze never breaking from his mom. “You can’t just force your values onto another culture.”
“Like he forced that guy’s finger back?” she countered, rising to the bait. “Seems like that’s exactly what you’re talking about.”
“If I was talking about him right now, sure, but I’m talking about you,” insisted Jon. “You’re just doing the same thing you’re complaining about him doing.”
Lois lowered her chin, motioning towards herself. “So, wait, I’m the one who’s done something wrong here?”
“The both of you, yes.”
“So you’re saying it was perfectly alright?”
“I just said it wasn’t.”
“Oh, so you’re not judging him based on your own values?”
Jon shook his head, grinning. “You’re trying to distract from the point!”
“No, I just think the entire argument is flawed, since by criticizing someone like that, you’re inherently impressing your own values on them,” she explained. “You know, the thing you’re taking issue with.”
“But you’re from the same culture as I am: he isn’t.”
“He isn’t sitting right here, yes…” Kal-El groaned.
Lois and Jon kept going like he wasn’t.
“He’s impressing his own cultural values on someone from another.”
“Right, and I agree, but I’m taking issue with you right now, because--”
“Because it’s time for this conversation to end,” Irons finally interjected, much to the audible relief of Kal and Natasha, whose shoulders visibly relaxed. “Seriously, I think I speak for all of us when I say I can hardly follow what you two are going on about.”
“We’re saying--” Jon and Lois began in unison, only to be cut off with a raised hand.
“We’ll manage without it,” he chuckled.
There was a brief lull in the conversation, a time where the most activity was Jon’s eyes scampering about the place and the beat of Kal-El’s fingers against the table. Eventually, Jon’s gaze locked onto something or, more accurately, the lack of something.
With his mouth hung open just slightly, Jon asked, “Hey, did anyone notice Mr. Bibbowski?”
“Yeah,” Natasha spoke up, glancing around the table. “Didn’t you guys’s see?”
She took the blank stares as a no.
“Didn’t you guys catch the sign-note-thing?”
More blank stares.
“Okay, seriously, two of you have literal super senses and the other two are, like, super geniuses.” Nat waved her hands around. “You know what, doesn’t matter. I’m getting off topic. Bibbo’s in the hospital. The sign was about raising money.”
“What?” Lois pressed, immediately leaning forward. “What’s wrong?”
His gaze a million miles away -- or, more accurately, only a few -- Jon answered first. “Lung cancer. He’s in Metropolis General. Room 414.”
Irons chewed his lip, then looked up directly into Jon’s eyes. “First thing tomorrow, you pay him a visit, ‘kay?”
“But I was just going to now…?” Jon cocked his head. “What don’t I know about?”
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In retrospect, the thought that Kal-El would need somewhere to stay really should have occurred to him sooner than it had -- well, that might have been putting it a little too generously: had occurred to him at all. To be fair, though, it wasn’t every day that you met your deceased father from another world, though, also to be fair, he dealt with weirder things on a regular basis.
The Fortress of Solitude, Superman’s icy abode at the top of the world and one of the scant few remaining pieces of Krypton, seemed the most logical place to house Kal while they worked on returning him -- and everyone else -- back to the proper Earth, and it seemed that Jon wasn’t the only one who thought so. Following their malaise-laiden departure from the Ace ‘o Clubs, it was the immediate destination of the not-so-merry band, traveling up across the globe to it’s frosty doorstep, where they needed Jon to heft the Fortress’s giant, golden key above his head and unlock an equally gargantuan front door. The key was made of Supermanium, a metal forged by Clark from the heart of a dying star, and weighed an incalculable millions of tons, the only security measure needed despite it sitting out in the open.
Jon slotted the end of the key bearing the Crest of El into the groove, turning it to trigger the rumblings of icy shards as they peeled back to reveal a wall of blinding, cleansing white light. The group took a step forward, entering into another world -- almost literally: born of materials not of Earth and minds born far from it, the Fortress resembled something best described as an alien, crystalline landscape. The ground was a maze of large, roughly hexagonal spires with smoothly shorn tops, each of which peaked at a slightly different elevation and tapered off in the distance to create a sheer drop; at the edge of that cliff sat a circular array of crystals gently pulsing with light and humming just barely above perception. Placed around what was assumedly the central chamber of the Fortress, judging from the hewn hallway entrances at the perimeter, were trophies and mementos from Clark’s decades-spanning career as Superman, items ranging from the mundane, like Lex Luthor’s shrinking ray, to the absurd, such as psychic sand from the dimension of Quarm, to the profound, like the precious Bottled City of Kandor, a shrunken Kryptonian city rescued from the clutches of the vile Brainiac many years ago.
Kal-El loosed a low whistle. “Wow,” he said, eyes flitting about the place, jumping from the looming pillars that came together to form an arched ceiling, to the large, gaping voids dotted around where the spires didn’t conjoin. “It’s so… clean.”
“Come again?” Jon quirked a brow.
With a flutter of his cape and a look that Jon almost mistook for melancholy, Kal-El raised several inches above the ground and began drifting between the various exhibits on display. “Clean. See, I… I live in my… Fortress of Solitude, so--”
Jon finished for him. “Like a dirty room.”
“Exactly,” Kal looked up from the display and flashed him a subtle smile. “Like a dirty room.”
Lois, unable to fly and wearing shoes ill-begotten for her husband’s arctic-O.S.H.A.-violation, carefully stepped across one hexagonal tile to the next until she finally approached the black-suited Superman. “Little lonely living at the top of the world, no?”
“It is called the Fortress of Solitude.” There was a slight edge to his voice, though Lois could tell it wasn’t one pointed towards her. “Maybe, I wanted to be alone.”
Lois cocked her hip, rested her hand on it, and considered for a long moment pressing deeper, giving in to the gut screaming at her that this was the thing to pick at. Her heart, though… her heart counseled now was not the time, and she had long since learned the wisdom of always following her heart. “If you’re looking for solitude, we might have brought you to the wrong place,” she suggested instead.
In the same manner Jon had not a moment ago, Kal quirked a brow. “What do you mean?”
“A thousand apologies.” From across the room, a voice not unlike his carried, though distorted to an almost unnatural bass and strained with what was best described as someone fighting hard against a thick accent. “If I had been expecting guests, I would have prepared something for you all to enjoy.”
The comparisons to Clark and Kal-El didn’t end with just the man’s voice; while his face and form were the same general shape, his skin was ashen and craggy, like a smooth stone. With every step forward he took, the mass of rippling, coiled muscle underneath his purple-blue Superman t-shirt strained against their confines. “Ah, I see we have another visitor, unless my brother decided death didn’t suit him.” He inclined his head, placing a large hand over his even larger chest. “For now, you can call me Bizarro.”
Natasha, a gleaming smile on her face, chimed in. “We’ve been working on choosing a name!” she said, bounding towards the behemoth and wrapping herself around one of his hulking arms.
Bizarro returned the affection as best he could. “It was Nat’s idea. We were watching Space Trek: Pathfinder one night and--”
“And I was there too,” Jon interjected.
“And Jon was there too,” he chuckled. “But one of the characters was searching for a name and, considering the circumstances, it seemed appropriate that I do the same.”
Floating over towards Bizarro, Kal-El dragged his sight up and down the man, the doppelganger of his enemy from another world, eyeing him with a mix of reservation and curiosity. Eventually, Kal paused on the Crest of El worn on his chest. “You’re not like mine.”
Bizarro nodded. “In one key respect, yes. I’m not as--”
“Dumb.”
“Slow,” he finished, correcting him with a side-eyed glance. “While Jon was working a case with the Flash, Mister Allen devised a way to ‘speed up’ my thought processes.” (Author’s Note: See The Flash #19!) Bizarro paused for several more long moments, looking at Kal like he had to him not a second ago before shaking his head, seemingly perishing the thought. “You’ve met me,” he said, smiling. “Have you had the chance to meet our other housemate?”
Kal cocked his head. “Other housemate?” He threw his eyes behind Bizarro, expecting someone else to enter the chamber, but no one came. “Another reformed villain?”
“Your cousin,” Jon interjected, taking a step forward. “Kara. She got here only a few months ago.”
The spark of joy on Kal’s face lived up to its description: appearing in a bright instant, only to vanish as soon as it came, replaced now by a deeply furrowed brow, emphasizing the lines on the man’s face. “How’s she taking the adjustment? Losing one world, then another, I can’t--” Kal cut himself off when he saw Jon’s eyes widen slightly and his mouth open in response: he didn’t need to wait for the correction he was about to receive. “She’s not from another Earth like me… Where is she? I’d like to meet her.”
Lois shrugged. “She’s busy in National City right now, if I remember correctly, but--”
Irons stepped behind Lois, his hulking form framing her. “But we’d like to wait a minute and figure out how to break the news to her first.”
“No,” Kal said, every muscle in his powerful body visibly tensing, rearing. “She needs my help! You don’t understand what it’s like! You’re not like her! None of you, not really. Only I can understand.”
With a withering look, Irons replied. “You’ve never even met her, how can you know better than her own family?”
“I am her family,” asserted Kal, beginning his ascent into the air. “I helped my Kara through this once already, I can do it again.”
“And you’re the problem! You know how much she’s going through right now?!” Irons shouted up at him. “You died! The person she was sent here to protect! Dead! And now here you are in the flesh and blood! She’s got a lot to process already without that!”
There was a lengthy bout of silence between Kal and everyone else, only coming to an end when the otherworldly Man of Steel asked, “And who’s going to stop me if I try anyway?”
Jon swallowed.
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To be continued in Superman: House of El #4, Don’t Call her Supergirl!
2023.06.08 07:06 Conscious--666 Neighbor dogs and fence fighting
so my husband and I just bought a $500,000 house in October, right before I got pregnant. we own a German Shepard and a Pitbull, so we spent a lot of time searching for the perfect house with 5 bedrooms and a large yard for them to play in. my dogs do NOT like other dogs because the neighbor dogs at my last house bit them. it was BAD, blood everywhere, we had to take them to the emergency vet to get stitches. so both of my dogs make screaming-whining noises and start running around, completely freaking out, whenever they see another dog (doesn't matter what kind of dog it is)... when we moved in to our home, we didn't have any neighbor dogs. everything was so perfect! then around January/February, I noticed that the neighbors got a weener dog. the wooden fencing in our yard is old/falling apart and there's a few gaps. the neighbors let their weener dog out wherever it wants. they do not watch him or anything. its surprisingly aggressive, it comes up to the fence, barking at my dogs and sticking it's nose thru the fence, trying to fight them. so of course, my dogs start freaking out, and I struggle to chase them around my yard and get them back into the house, since I'm really big and 7 months pregnant. So I started taking my dogs outside one at a time, and only to poop and pee, then i take them right back inside. but it's still a struggle, multiple times a day. so I wrote the neighbors a note, letting them know about their dog's behavior. the neighbor rang my doorbell and tried arguing with me but ultimately he decided to install a few extra planks on half of the shared fence. the problem has continued, the dog still tries to stick it's face through the parts of the fence that are still falling apart. so I spent a little over $500 on a welded wire fence and set it up about a foot away from the wooden fence. that way, the dogs have a solid distance, and can't reach each other at all, despite the other dog still putting it's face in the fence. my dogs are still stressed out whenever they go outside because the weener dog barks loudly at them and runs back and forth along the broken fence, trying to get to them and they're still able to see each other. my neighbor NEVER calls his dog back inside. Ever since I wrote the note, he just stands in his doorway, staring, while my fat, pregnant ass is running around my yard, yelling at my dogs, struggling to get my dogs back inside the house. so I lost it. I cussed out my neighbor and told him to get his fucking dog. his response was "I've lived here 20 years and never had a problem with anyone" and I said "good for you, sounds like your mortgage isn't $4000 and you also didn't pay over $500 on a second fence to prevent dog fights. you just stand there like a dumbass while your dog is causing problems and trying to get himself hurt. everything was fine until you got that stupid dog." and then my husband came out and made me go back inside because he could tell I was REALLY MAD. I'm so sick of dealing with this multiple times a day while my neighbor just sits there like an idiot with his head up his ass. He stopped letting the dog outside for a month after that incident, but today I went outside and there it was, running along the fence, loudly barking at my dogs, trying to get it's face through the fence. I called animal law enforcement and reported it so he'll at least get a warning, but I have to get pictures of it's nose/paw through the fence in order to press charges and get them fined. . . I'm also spending over $1000 on professional dog training for my dogs, hoping that they will listen to me when I need them to come back inside the house, instead of crying and freaking out. my husband likes to avoid conflict and he tells me that I'm overreacting. . . . but am I ????? from my point of view, we just worked our asses off to put $20,000 down, and pay $4000 a month, to live in a house where we can't even use the yard. That was one of the biggest reasons we picked the house in the first place! then we had to pay $500 for a secondary fence, and another $1100 for dog training, all because my neighbor decided to get a dog that starts problems. I think the neighbor needs to fix the whole wooden fence so that the dogs cannot see each other, and he needs to correct his dog whenever it starts barking/trying to pick fights with other dogs. I also think he's a selfish entitled prick that doesn't care that he started a huge problem. . . but I want to hear outside opinions. what would you do in my situation????
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2023.06.08 07:05 Paragon_20 New Player (Sorta)
Hey everyone, UndeadEd13 here. So I am so lost right now, probably should've watched a video to catch me up on things 😅.
I hadn't played 76 since launch, like at all. I liked it to a point, liked the idea and story but on one hand I got busy with college then everything else and on the other it was a bit too much survival and the world felt kinda empty to me but not that bad (hard to explain)
Anyway, fast forward years later to now and I decide "hey, a lot has changed and I've really only heard good things, let's get back to it". And hoo boy it's different. Right outta the vault there's a camp of someone in the 400s I see an npc and I am completely lost. Then I talk to the two ladies (new one for me but I like it) and head off to the bar. Now I'm expecting to get to the town cuz if I remember right, you went to a town and used that terminal or whatever. And I see a random bar on the side of the road, I like it.
Love the radio with whoever that girl is, and overall love everything I'm seeing. But my main point, any advice or tips for someone who's been away basically the whole time? Or should I just delve into it and discover everything, cuz let's be honest, at this point it's basically my first time lol.
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I hadn't played 76 since launch, like at all. I liked it to a point, liked the idea and story but on one hand I got busy with college then everything else and on the other it was a bit too much survival and the world felt kinda empty to me but not that bad (hard to explain)
Anyway, fast forward years later to now and I decide "hey, a lot has changed and I've really only heard good things, let's get back to it". And hoo boy it's different. Right outta the vault there's a camp of someone in the 400s I see an npc and I am completely lost. Then I talk to the two ladies (new one for me but I like it) and head off to the bar. Now I'm expecting to get to the town cuz if I remember right, you went to a town and used that terminal or whatever. And I see a random bar on the side of the road, I like it.
Love the radio with whoever that girl is, and overall love everything I'm seeing. But my main point, any advice or tips for someone who's been away basically the whole time? Or should I just delve into it and discover everything, cuz let's be honest, at this point it's basically my first time lol.
2023.06.08 07:01 grahamh7 Let’s take the day off and celebrate the sox’ good fortune
There are only 4 teams in the MLB with more runs allowed than the White Sox.
There are only 5 teams in the MLB with a lower team OPS than the White Sox.
And we are only 4 games back.
Here’s to a hopeful 2023 division title with an 80-82 finish.
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There are only 5 teams in the MLB with a lower team OPS than the White Sox.
And we are only 4 games back.
Here’s to a hopeful 2023 division title with an 80-82 finish.
2023.06.08 07:01 Nebulous_Puzzle8191 “Let’s hang out soon!” “I’m busy.”
I was talking with my therapist today about cognitive distortions and did an exercise. I had to come with situations, write out my resulting thoughts, my resulting emotions, my resulting behaviors, and alternative thoughts, which are basically rationalizations.
Our discussion turned to me basically saying something like, “I learned the hard way that not everyone says what they mean.”
For example, when people say, “Let’s hang out soon!” I would take that at face value and ask for times and activities we could do together. I wouldn’t always get a reply.
Sometimes, I would get, “Sorry, I’m a little busy!” Perfectly understandable. But if they never get back to you, that tells you something, right?
If I were to keep reaching out to stay in touch with these people, I would be the one with “no sense” or “clingy” or “desperate.” Right?
I just wish that people could be honest. I would be okay with people telling me they didn’t want to hang out with me or didn’t want to do a certain activity, or even that they needed time to think. I just get so confused when people say one thing and then I have to read between the lines to get their actual meaning.
If I take it literally that they want to hang out and they don’t, then I’m socially unaware. If I learn this and take it to mean that they don’t want to hang out but it turns out they DO, then it’s a trust issue or cognitive distortion on my part.
I feel like I’m losing my innocence, a bit. If people tell me they like me, or that they want to hang out with me, I had no reason to believe otherwise. But now I’m feeling doubt and insecure with some people, like do they really mean that? Then why do they act unaccordingly? Now I’m leery of anyone who says they consider me a friend, and it takes additional time/data to confirm it. Rejection sensitivity doesn’t help, like of course I don’t want to keep being shut down, either.
Am I wrong? Is there a different way to think about this? What am I missing here? Am I too rigid and black-and-white thinking?
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Our discussion turned to me basically saying something like, “I learned the hard way that not everyone says what they mean.”
For example, when people say, “Let’s hang out soon!” I would take that at face value and ask for times and activities we could do together. I wouldn’t always get a reply.
Sometimes, I would get, “Sorry, I’m a little busy!” Perfectly understandable. But if they never get back to you, that tells you something, right?
If I were to keep reaching out to stay in touch with these people, I would be the one with “no sense” or “clingy” or “desperate.” Right?
I just wish that people could be honest. I would be okay with people telling me they didn’t want to hang out with me or didn’t want to do a certain activity, or even that they needed time to think. I just get so confused when people say one thing and then I have to read between the lines to get their actual meaning.
If I take it literally that they want to hang out and they don’t, then I’m socially unaware. If I learn this and take it to mean that they don’t want to hang out but it turns out they DO, then it’s a trust issue or cognitive distortion on my part.
I feel like I’m losing my innocence, a bit. If people tell me they like me, or that they want to hang out with me, I had no reason to believe otherwise. But now I’m feeling doubt and insecure with some people, like do they really mean that? Then why do they act unaccordingly? Now I’m leery of anyone who says they consider me a friend, and it takes additional time/data to confirm it. Rejection sensitivity doesn’t help, like of course I don’t want to keep being shut down, either.
Am I wrong? Is there a different way to think about this? What am I missing here? Am I too rigid and black-and-white thinking?
2023.06.08 06:59 Nebulous_Puzzle8191 “Let’s hang out soon!” “I’m busy.”
I was talking with my therapist today about cognitive distortions and did an exercise. I had to come with situations, write out my resulting thoughts, my resulting emotions, my resulting behaviors, and alternative thoughts, which are basically rationalizations.
Our discussion turned to me basically saying something like, “I learned the hard way that not everyone says what they mean.”
For example, when people say, “Let’s hang out soon!” I would take that at face value and ask for times and activities we could do together. I wouldn’t always get a reply.
Sometimes, I would get, “Sorry, I’m a little busy!” Perfectly understandable. But if they never get back to you, that tells you something, right?
If I were to keep reaching out to stay in touch with these people, I would be the one with “no sense” or “clingy” or “desperate.” Right?
I just wish that people could be honest. I would be okay with people telling me they didn’t want to hang out with me or didn’t want to do a certain activity, or even that they needed time to think. I just get so confused when people say one thing and then I have to read between the lines to get their actual meaning.
If I take it literally that they want to hang out and they don’t, then I’m socially unaware. If I learn this and take it to mean that they don’t want to hang out but it turns out they DO, then it’s a trust issue or cognitive distortion on my part.
I feel like I’m losing my innocence, a bit. If people tell me they like me, or that they want to hang out with me, I had no reason to believe otherwise. But now I’m feeling doubt and insecure with some people, like do they really mean that? Then why do they act unaccordingly? Now I’m leery of anyone who says they consider me a friend, and it takes additional time/data to confirm it. Rejection sensitivity doesn’t help, like of course I don’t want to keep being shut down, either.
Am I wrong? Is there a different way to think about this? What am I missing here? Am I too rigid and black-and-white thinking?
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Our discussion turned to me basically saying something like, “I learned the hard way that not everyone says what they mean.”
For example, when people say, “Let’s hang out soon!” I would take that at face value and ask for times and activities we could do together. I wouldn’t always get a reply.
Sometimes, I would get, “Sorry, I’m a little busy!” Perfectly understandable. But if they never get back to you, that tells you something, right?
If I were to keep reaching out to stay in touch with these people, I would be the one with “no sense” or “clingy” or “desperate.” Right?
I just wish that people could be honest. I would be okay with people telling me they didn’t want to hang out with me or didn’t want to do a certain activity, or even that they needed time to think. I just get so confused when people say one thing and then I have to read between the lines to get their actual meaning.
If I take it literally that they want to hang out and they don’t, then I’m socially unaware. If I learn this and take it to mean that they don’t want to hang out but it turns out they DO, then it’s a trust issue or cognitive distortion on my part.
I feel like I’m losing my innocence, a bit. If people tell me they like me, or that they want to hang out with me, I had no reason to believe otherwise. But now I’m feeling doubt and insecure with some people, like do they really mean that? Then why do they act unaccordingly? Now I’m leery of anyone who says they consider me a friend, and it takes additional time/data to confirm it. Rejection sensitivity doesn’t help, like of course I don’t want to keep being shut down, either.
Am I wrong? Is there a different way to think about this? What am I missing here? Am I too rigid and black-and-white thinking?
2023.06.08 06:56 Oops_ibrokeit At the start of my second GD journey
I’m baaaaaack! I was diagnosed at 17 weeks this time, and after the initial 5 minutes of disappointment I feel like I hopped right back into the swing of it. I was medication controlled for fasting numbers last time, and graduated at 39+2 with a c-section after a failed induction and 16+ hour labor. With my last pregnancy I ate basically the same thing every day, low carb pita BLT’s, yogurt, protein bars, cheese and chicken and veggie bakes. I would really love some new ideas from you guys. Now that I have a toddler to cook for as well I can’t just go on autopilot. Has anyone had any luck incorporating apple cider vinegar in their water just before a meal? I saw another user was having luck eating a few almonds before meals as well. I just want to have a healthy pregnancy, and am grateful once again to have this beautiful community to rely on.
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2023.06.08 06:54 Icy_Plenty_7117 I need to get something off of my chest fellow Dads
This isn’t necessarily a Dad thing, I reckon it kind of is because my daughter initiated the interaction, but mostly I’m sharing here because this might be the only pure place in the internet. I’m not a big emotions guy, sometimes it’s my superpower when shit hits the fan and I’m the only one keeping it together, the downside is I rarely deal with things like I should, i compartmentalize, ignore and bury things.m, which is obviously not good and I know that.
Ok, so my daughter is 18 months old. She’s in this stage where she CAN say Hi but she really prefers to give people a big huge smile and an ear piercingly loud squeal, which then makes herself giggle. This evening is was pushing her in the buggy at Walmart in the refrigerated section where the cheese is. My wife was going down her list while I entertained the kid. There was an older gentleman on one of the store’s handicapped scooters coming towards us, my daughter made eye contact, smiled, banshee screamed and then giggled. I smiled and said “how are you this evening” (I’m not only a very talkative, never met a stranger kind of man, I’m also a lifelong southerner with the hospitality ingrained in me, so while some people find it odd old folks here usually love it lol). He half nodded and said something about his phone being missing and be was digging in his pockets. I assumed he meant missing but on his body or on the scooter. I go back to our regular scheduled shopping.
A few minutes later he comes by again, looks frantic and is clearly searching and retracing his path. My daughter is now being fussy and my wife is dealing with her so I asked him if he is still missing his phone. He said yes and seems quite concerned. So I unlocked my phone, opened it to the dial pad and handed it to him to call his phone. He seemed shocked but dialed, I heard it ringing and jogged towards the sound. It had fallen and slid under the shelf, he never would have found it just by looking. I brought it back to him…and he cried. Sobbing really, thanked me profusely, we exchanged names and through the crying he managed to say he was glad there was still good people in the world. Now my kid is full on having a meltdown, so I shake his hand again, asks if he’s good now and ran off to catch up to my family.
I didn’t think much about it at the time. The crying surprised me but I was so focused on my wife desperately trying to explain to my daughter that no, she didn’t need a package of raw chicken legs and then the meltdown that it didn’t really sink in. Until now, when everyone is asleep and I’m by myself. I know the world is a crazy place and people do terrible things to each other, but kindness isn’t gone. And I don’t mean me, this isn’t me looking for an attaboy, small acts of kindness happen all over, especially if you are paying attention, and while the news is all bad I think people as a whole are mostly good.
I don’t know what that man had been through today, or this year or in his life. He looked to be late 50s/early 60s, there’s a lot of life experience in that many years. But what prompted the strong reaction? The potential financial impact of losing a very nice smart phone (fancier then my couple year old iPhone), was be relying on the phone to call for a ride home? Was he worried about someone finding the phone and getting in to banking apps or something? Had he had bad experiences and a good one was shocking? Was there a special picture of a loved one on the phone? Was it my trusting him to hold my phone while I go get his? (Because it did cross my mind as I jogged off to go find his phone, that a stranger now had mine, but I wasn’t worried about him trying anything, plus even if he was faking needing a scooter I still could easily catch him). Was there an added layer of shock because he was an older black, possibly mixed race man and I’m white, 35, bald headed with a long beard and armfuls of tattoos? I’ve lived in the rural south my entire life and while racism absolutely happens still, and personal experience varies, I’ve never acted any less friendly and chatty or helpful to strangers based on skin color (or anything else) and never had a reaction like that.
I know that only that old man holds the answers to my questions, and that’s ok. I’m really just needing to type this out, to process it in my head, and try to understand why I’m feeling SO MANY emotions, I’m tearing up right now. Something about HIS reaction is really getting to me now that the house is quiet. Be kind to strangers, offer a helping hand, and let’s raise our kids in a way that one day nobody has to be shocked that there are good people. Thank you to anyone that reads all of my rambling.
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Ok, so my daughter is 18 months old. She’s in this stage where she CAN say Hi but she really prefers to give people a big huge smile and an ear piercingly loud squeal, which then makes herself giggle. This evening is was pushing her in the buggy at Walmart in the refrigerated section where the cheese is. My wife was going down her list while I entertained the kid. There was an older gentleman on one of the store’s handicapped scooters coming towards us, my daughter made eye contact, smiled, banshee screamed and then giggled. I smiled and said “how are you this evening” (I’m not only a very talkative, never met a stranger kind of man, I’m also a lifelong southerner with the hospitality ingrained in me, so while some people find it odd old folks here usually love it lol). He half nodded and said something about his phone being missing and be was digging in his pockets. I assumed he meant missing but on his body or on the scooter. I go back to our regular scheduled shopping.
A few minutes later he comes by again, looks frantic and is clearly searching and retracing his path. My daughter is now being fussy and my wife is dealing with her so I asked him if he is still missing his phone. He said yes and seems quite concerned. So I unlocked my phone, opened it to the dial pad and handed it to him to call his phone. He seemed shocked but dialed, I heard it ringing and jogged towards the sound. It had fallen and slid under the shelf, he never would have found it just by looking. I brought it back to him…and he cried. Sobbing really, thanked me profusely, we exchanged names and through the crying he managed to say he was glad there was still good people in the world. Now my kid is full on having a meltdown, so I shake his hand again, asks if he’s good now and ran off to catch up to my family.
I didn’t think much about it at the time. The crying surprised me but I was so focused on my wife desperately trying to explain to my daughter that no, she didn’t need a package of raw chicken legs and then the meltdown that it didn’t really sink in. Until now, when everyone is asleep and I’m by myself. I know the world is a crazy place and people do terrible things to each other, but kindness isn’t gone. And I don’t mean me, this isn’t me looking for an attaboy, small acts of kindness happen all over, especially if you are paying attention, and while the news is all bad I think people as a whole are mostly good.
I don’t know what that man had been through today, or this year or in his life. He looked to be late 50s/early 60s, there’s a lot of life experience in that many years. But what prompted the strong reaction? The potential financial impact of losing a very nice smart phone (fancier then my couple year old iPhone), was be relying on the phone to call for a ride home? Was he worried about someone finding the phone and getting in to banking apps or something? Had he had bad experiences and a good one was shocking? Was there a special picture of a loved one on the phone? Was it my trusting him to hold my phone while I go get his? (Because it did cross my mind as I jogged off to go find his phone, that a stranger now had mine, but I wasn’t worried about him trying anything, plus even if he was faking needing a scooter I still could easily catch him). Was there an added layer of shock because he was an older black, possibly mixed race man and I’m white, 35, bald headed with a long beard and armfuls of tattoos? I’ve lived in the rural south my entire life and while racism absolutely happens still, and personal experience varies, I’ve never acted any less friendly and chatty or helpful to strangers based on skin color (or anything else) and never had a reaction like that.
I know that only that old man holds the answers to my questions, and that’s ok. I’m really just needing to type this out, to process it in my head, and try to understand why I’m feeling SO MANY emotions, I’m tearing up right now. Something about HIS reaction is really getting to me now that the house is quiet. Be kind to strangers, offer a helping hand, and let’s raise our kids in a way that one day nobody has to be shocked that there are good people. Thank you to anyone that reads all of my rambling.
2023.06.08 06:54 Let_me_jazz_it_up White oak Wooden mallet, made from scrap off cuts.
 | White oak wooden mallet, all the edges are routed at 45 just so it doesn’t splinter. Glued up the top of the mallet with 3 pieces of quarter sawn white oak. Tung oiled surface, not sure if this was the best choice. The wood wedges in the top are a little bit of Purple Heart that I was using for splines. Thrown under the laser to inscribe in comic sans. Handle us also white oak. I am nearly 40 and Chuck E. Cheese was the everything. submitted by Let_me_jazz_it_up to woodworking [link] [comments] |
2023.06.08 06:51 hijesushere Have you guys been indoctrinated into the cult of "Famous p- Holy Plumb you guys, yeah, you mean a-" yet? It's kind... algebra homework. Bread Pudding without either one: it's just an empty conceptual hole. I'd take meds if I were even your call cannot be completed as dialed. At the tone leave a voi
Lyrics in songs I've noticed.
Red Velvet
It kept calling us
Wonderland beyond distant memories
...........
Cntd
We we we strong, nothing missing
Wake up, the answer is Simple
Be Boss, blow the Whistle
The bigger world is noticing you.
Shall we have a festival? I hold your hand.
We've been waiting for this moment. Spread your wings and be yourself.
Come play at My carnival.
Climax? It starts now.
Watch out! We are making the rules.
......
It’s now or never, we got forever.
Sappy
;
You're sobbing and being pessimistic
You're hesitating again, you can't choose
Writing poems in your note, your hobby is sentimental
Look, now it's time to open the door
........
Tell me, which do you love?
It's not bad thing to dream
It's not a fairytale, it's the real world
What are you gonna do? Which one are you
gonna pick?
Reality or fantasy, adolescent boy?
I'm still clearing dating simulation games
using the manual
I'm still a long way from real love
.......
It's not that I don't like it
Escape from being just two-dimensional
Which one do you love?
Tonight let me know your true feelings
You'll really grow up then
Tell me, which one do you love?
(In the video the lyrics are "Logging out from delusion" for a part of it.)
That's not even getting into the imagery in the video.
Feel My Rhythm
Blowing up this fancy ball
We're back, cute chaotic delight
This is gonna be a crazy night
Epic appearance to stunning greetings
Let's have a little fun
Don't be shy, Bae bae
Let the play start
(Birds and wings everywhere in the video. Irene is shown offering strawberries to a gigantic statue of some sort which then falls towards her. Joy is seen standing in front of some type of being with wings, I can't tell what it would be though. Maybe o- I Cant tell, she's, yeah she's blocking the shot)
Imagine anything
Now cruising into a weird, new dimension
A place I've never imagined appears unexpectedly
Don't miss this moment, baby.
Don't confine yourself to yesterday or tomorrow.
I'm truly free right now.
Come ride with me (Sway)
Let's go anywhere (Way)
I want to mess all the boundaries
In this world (Oh yeah)
When the world stops What a what a feeling Come take my hand (All right) A brand new Film We falling deep, You and I Next time, spin the clock Where should we go? Come on, let's start again You and I
Everglow
You used to be afraid of the dark night (ah yeah yeah) Hiding without anyone else knowing (ah yeah yeah) No one say happy ending You stayed silent and ran away (Here we go Here we go like)...
Knock Knock There’s a monster It’s growing larger, the black hole inside of you When you back uh? The howler has swallowed you, that’s the killer Don’t be afraid, hold my hand Your past is making you scared But know your power For the final time, be first You know that I come first I’m the winner winner winner Yes, it’s the last melody To save save save you (so don’t keep) Don’t be deceived by the lie That there is no light in this world Together we will Dream a dream that’s never been seen before Dream a dream that’s never been seen before (Ya) It’s ok if you fall (stand up) It’s you (hands up) Faster Stronger Better Gotta be the best Between night and day, around 5:30AM A war without loyalty will suffocate you, this is a foul Lies, darkness, truth, ecstasy, fantasy My candle makes you explode like a fireworks of melodies in the dawn Don’t be afraid, hold my hand Your past is making you scared But know your power For the final time, be first You know that I come first I’m the winner winner winner Yes, it’s the last melody To save save save you (so don’t keep) Don’t be deceived by the lie That there is no light in this world Together we will Dream a dream that’s never been seen before I’m breaking down the walls, crossing the lines I won’t shrivel up, I’ll jump over one step You got me now got me now two step Don’t slow it down slow it down Shout towards the sky that comes to you Hold onto the key of hope...
Bon bon chocolate
Avenged Sevenfold
Hate to twist your mind, but God ain't on your side
Flesh is burning, you can smell it in the air 'Cause men like you have such an easy soul to steal (steal) So stand in line while they ink numbers in your head You're now a slave until the end of time here Nothing stops the madness turning Haunting, yearning, pull the trigger You should've known the price of evil And it hurts to know that you belong here, yeah Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare While your nightmare comes to life
You've been lied to just to rape you of your sight And now they have the nerve to tell you how to feel (feel) So sedated as they medicate your brain And while you slowly go insane they tell you Given with the best intentions Help you with your complications
You should've known the price of evil And it hurts to know that you belong here, yeah No one to call, everybody to fear Your tragic fate is lookin' so clear, yeah Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare Ha, ha, ha, ha
And I know you hear their voices (calling from above) And I know they may seem real (these signals of love) But our life's made up of choices (some without appeal) They took for granted your soul And it's ours now to steal As your nightmare comes to life
Afterlife
Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen So unsure but it seems, 'cause we've been waiting for you Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste Of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway
A place of hope and no pain, perfect skies with no rain Can leave this place but refrain, 'cause we've been waiting for you Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste Of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway This piece on Earth's not right (with my back against the wall) No pain or sign of time (I'm much too young to fall) So out of place, don't wanna stay, I feel wrong and that's my sign I've made up my mind Give me your hand but realize I just wanna say goodbye Please, understand I have to leave and carry on my own life
Creating God
Standing in the shade of altruism, answering the call Came a modern messiah to save us all Something far beyond the work of fiction, Positronic brain A world that's void of all the anguish and suffering, pain
We're creating god, master of our designs We're creating god, unsure of what we'll find
Never held a high regard for Darwin, selection takes too long A little kick in the pool shouldn't do us wrong Devouring the very last invention man would ever need But exponential growth is a frightening thing, indeed
Sometimes when I look up to the sky I have to wonder are we "summoning the demon" you and I?
Have you noticed that I'm needin' it more now, more than it needs me Got a couple of billion that seem to agree Surfing in an artificial dimension, but we're not alone Now the master has become just a stepping stone, oh
We're Creating, God.
Beast and the Harlot
This shining city built of gold A far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye around here Look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven headed beast Ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne But hatred strips her and leaves her naked The beast and the harlot
The city dressed in jewels and gold Fine linen, myrrh and pearls Her plagues will come all at once As her mourners watch her burn Destroyed in an hour Merchants and captains of the world Sailors navigators too Will weep and mourn this loss With her sins piled to the sky The beast and the harlot
The day has come for all our sinners If you're not a servant, you'll be struck to the ground Flee the burning, greedy city Looking back on her to see there's nothing around
The day has come for all our sinners If you're not a servant, you'll be struck to the ground Flee the burning, greedy city Looking back on her to see there's nothing around I don't believe in fairy tales and no one wants to go to hell You've made the wrong decision and it's easy to see Now if you wanna serve above or be a king below with us You're welcome to the city where your future is set forever
Welcome to the family
Hey kid (hey kid) Do I have your attention? I know the way you've been living Life's so reckless, tragedy endless Welcome to the family Hey There's something missing Only time will alter your vision Never in question, lethal injection Welcome to the family Not long ago you find the answers were so crystal clear Within a day you find yourself living in constant fear Can you look at yourself now, can you look at yourself? You can't win this fight
I try and help you with the things that can't be justified I need to warn you that there is no way to rationalize So have you figured it out now, so have you figured it out? You can't win this fight
And in a way it seems there's no one to call When our thoughts are so numb And our feelings unsure We all have emptiness inside, we all have answers to find But you can't win this fight!
I see you're a king who's been dethroned Cast out in a world you've never know Stand down, place your weapon by your side It's our war in the end, we'll surely lose but that's alright So have you figured it out now, so have you figured it out?
Bat Country
So sorry you're not here I've been sane too long, my vision's so unclear Now take a trip with me But don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem
You've been breakin' down for far too long Far too many moons since you felt well and strong You see, you could say goodbye but you don't have to die Not ever
Engineer the wires to your brain Architect a code so you won't feel the pain With your family by your side and vigor in your eyes forever Live Forever I'm way up, a god in size, beyond the reach of mortals I shed my human side Father, oh father I stare at my reflection, have I lost that boy inside? Final paradigm What's it really mean to be a man? Think about your answer but please understand While it's natural to fear, I'll make it disappear forever I forever I'm way up, a god in size, beyond the reach of mortals I shed my human side Father, oh father I stare at my reflection, have I lost that boy inside? Final paradigm Singular I am I have the question if these thoughts are mine To live forever but did something in me die? I'm clawing my skin but I can't feel it inside I know the agony of pain would hurt so much better I'm way up, so far up Have I lost myself tonight? Mother, oh father Have you lost that boy you used to know?
Simulation
It seems I should have walked away Reverse the wager I've no means to pay Toto has pulled back the green tonight, in sight And blue pills coat with such disdain I wore the shades for so long That I've forgotten how to see The curtain rises but who dares to pull the strings
I know this might be hard for you to believe and all, But you only exist because we allow it I question all the voices in my head Are they mine or have I been misled? Total understanding doesn't seem to mean a thing When you can't see behind the silver screen, a figurine Can't you hear me scream? By the way of cosmic rays A subtle breakdown jarred the code display A simulation as I can tell, our cell Playing out a hopeless scene We stand to lose all our charm And faith just seems to wane A billion years can seem a stunningly short time You've been beaten down time and time again But still you find yourself at the center of it all I question all the voices in my head Are they mine or have I been misled? Total understanding doesn't seem to mean a thing When you can't see behind the silver screen, a figurine Can't you hear me scream? You hear me, you had one thing to do, one thing And you fucked it up, piece of shit Nurse, patient 666158 needs to be sedated We need 500 CCs of M Oh hello there, dearie I've been expecting you Posturing the way I feel Is truth only what we believe is real? Marvel the sketches that paint the night, starlight And take a breath before it's all erased away
Their song Angels; Waking the Fallen, Sounding the Seventh Trumpet.
Everglow:
Pirate
Yeah EVERGLOW Gonna be mad lunatic, girl When the mysteriously changed moon comes A show that will start suddenly In secret, yeah, dance I want it Ddi-dam-bam-bam, bba-rira-bam-bam A paradise found in a whole new world that is out of sync ‘Cause I’m a pirate, yeah, yeah A pirate, yeah, yeah A pirate, yeah, yeah Now let me introduce myself I am a fleet I Start this voyage Towards the moon mist Yeah, let me introduce myself...
Twenty four hours, the light disappears Overnight, night, overnight During the night when the dazzling starlight shines Ayy, lift the anchor Girls all over the world Dance tonight And we could be anything, anything now Go crazy, no doubt Rowin’ for the Crown Waving the flag, yeah...
All the way, all the way, all the way The riot we made All the way, all the way, all the way Can’t ever stay quiet Girls all over the world Run tonight Just get on board ‘Cause I’m a pirate, yeah, yeah A pirate, yeah, yeah A pirate, yeah, yeah Now let me introduce myself I am a fleet Start this voyage Towards the moon mist Yeah, let me introduce myself Ahoy! Sing a song now The hidden moon festival Well, shiver me timbers (Aye-aye) Watch this night together Last chance, get on board Approaching tsunami, disappearing afternoon Everyone falls asleep under these waves Yeah, I’m making the moves During the night when the dazzling starlight shines Ayy, lift the anchor Girls all over the world Dance tonight And we could be anything, anything now Go crazy, no doubt Rowin’ for the crown Waving the flag, yeah (Oh woah) All the way, all the way, all the way The riot that we made (Oh yeah) All the way, all the way, all the way Can’t ever stay quiet Girls all over the world Run tonight Just get on board...
A letter from that future Together with that blinding light Trust me and follow me up to my ark...
Katy Perry and Nikki Manage
Michael Jackson's Best Tracks
"Swish Swish" lyrics Katy Perry Lyrics Play "Swish Swish" on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) "Swish Swish" (feat. Nicki Minaj)
They know what is what But they don't know what is what They just strut What the fuck?
[Katy Perry:] A tiger Don't lose no sleep Don't need opinions From a shellfish or a sheep Don't you come for me No, not today You're calculated I got your number 'Cause you're a joker And I'm a courtside killer queen And you will kiss the ring You best believe
So keep calm, honey, I'mma stick around For more than a minute, get used to it Funny my name keeps comin' out your mouth 'Cause I stay winning Lay 'em up like
Swish, swish, bish Another one in the basket Can't touch this Another one in the casket
Your game is tired You should retire You're 'bout as cute as An old coupon expired And karma's not a liar She keeps receipts
So keep calm, honey, I'mma stick around For more than a minute, get used to it Funny my name keeps comin' out your mouth 'Cause I stay winning Lay 'em up like
Swish, swish, bish Another one in the basket Can't touch this Another one in the casket (Let's go) Swish, swish, bish Another one in the basket Can't touch this Another one in the casket
They know what is what But they don't know what is what Katy Perry They just know what is what Young Money But they don't know what is what They just know what is what But they don't know what is what They just strut Hahaha, yo What the fuck?
[Nicki Minaj:] Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck Silly rap beefs just get me more checks My life is a movie, I'm never off set Me and my a-Migos (no, not Offset) Swish swish, aww I got them upset But my shooters'll make 'em dance like dubstep Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed 'Cause I make M's, they get much less Don't be tryna double back I already despise you All that fake love you showin' Couldn't even disguise you (Yo, yo) Ran? When? Nicki gettin' tan Mirror mirror who's the fairest bitch in all the land? Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan Ass goodbye, I'mma be riding by I'mma tell my ...Biggz, yeah that's the guy A star's a star, da ha da ha They never thought the swish god would take it this far Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby I only rock with Queens, so I'm makin' hits with Katy
[Katy Perry:] Swish, swish, bish Another one in the basket And another one and another one Can't touch this Another one in the casket And another one and another one
They know what is what Do they know? But they don't know what is what They just know what is what But they don't know what is what They just know what is what But they don't know what is what They just strut What the...
Red Velvet: Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb –31
You need to “Beat It” That boy Michael Jackson ”Bad” I’m not your “Billie Jean” Don’t you “Leave Me Alone” But you’re so ambiguous, I want “Black Or White” I can’t give up on you, my “Man In The Mirror” “Why You Wanna Trip On Me” You’re too harsh Boy, you make me “Scream” Why am I like this? Well, your “Love really Never Felt So Good” It’s so electrifying that it’s like
Aespa
Next Level
aespa
I’m on the Next Level, yeah I follow the absolute rules Don't let go of my hand unity is my weapon I walk to KWANGYA I know your home ground Confront the threat Beat it, beat it, beat it
An unexpected black out The temptation is deep and strong (Too hot too hot) Letting go of the hands held together But I'll never give up
I'm on the Next Level I open the door over there Next Level I'll destroy you in thе end Until I reach the Nеxt Level KOSMO Next Level Beat it, beat it, beat it
La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la
I see the NU EVO The hostile suffering and sorrow Make you popping and evolve further That's my naevis, it's my naevis You lead, we follow After learning the feelings Watch me while I make it out
Watch me while I work it out Watch me while I make it out Watch me while I work it out Work it, work it, work it out
Even the unbearable despair Can't break my faith Watch me while I work it Even if a more painful trial comes I won't let go of your hand, oh
Never look back Don’t covet things of KWANGYA If the promises are broken, everything will be out of control The signal is becoming unstable since a certain point in time I'll destroy you in the end (We want it) Come on! Show me the way to KOSMO, yeah
A hallucination quest created by the Black Mamba Aespa, they want to separate out ae, that's right I lose my balance and my voice too In the illusion of being criticized and alienated Nævis we (Call ae, ae) Aespa's Next Level Open "P.O.S" This is the REAL WORLD, I'm awake We against the villain, what's the name? Black Mamba
I open the door in the end (Too hot, too hot) That light is like Fire to you I'm dying to know The next story that will unfold Huh!
I'm on the Next Level I open the door over there Next Level I'll destroy you in the end Until I reach the Next Level KOSMO Next Level Beat it, beat it, beat it
I'm on the Next Level I become stronger and free Next Level I'm no longer who I was at KWANGYA Next Level Feel me I'm like a beast Next Level Beat it, beat it, beat it Huh! https://lyricstranslate.com/en/next-level-next-level.html-0
Savage
[Intro: Karina] Oh my gosh Don't you know I'm a savage?
[Verse 1: Karina, Giselle] I'm a Killa who will break you, ae You're still hiding and hallucinating Beat you up, we holler I'm not afraid of you, you, hit you harder Push me in, deep fake on me To the unprepared stage Corner me in, fake on me Got everybody, mock up to me You shake me up so that I feel ashamed Cold spectators are collapsed, ae I can't stand you anymore, say, "No!"
[Refrain: Winter, Ningning] Wait and see, I'm a little savage Your dirty play I can't stand it any longer You want to break me Your hallucinations are becoming The reasons to construct you
[Pre-Chorus: Winter, Ningning] I'm a savage I'll break you into pieces yeah, oh I'm a savage I'll crush you, oh
[Chorus: Karina, Giselle, Karina & Ningning] Get me, get me now Get me, get me now (Zu-zu-zu-zu) Or I'll become more Savage (Zu-zu-zu-zu) Get me, get me now Get me, get me now (Zu-zu-zu-zu) Now I'm going to get you Now, I'm a savage Gimme, gimme now Gimme, gimme now (Zu-zu-zu-zu) I can see your words Your weakness Algorithm (Zu-zu-zu-zu) Steaming, it's steaming Steaming, it's steaming (Zu-zu-zu-zu) MA ae SYNK Don't bother me and bog off, savage (Zu-zu-zu-zu)
[Verse 2: Giselle, Winter, Karina] Mhm, everybody looks at me I'm used to it, I should take a step back I have to endure it like an adult I'm locked up in the glass I want to play such a horrible expectation I'm locked up in that hallucination frame I'm going to KWANGYA, game in Defeating a subtle alienation And making me drift apart from my ae Your satisfying trick We gone KWANGYA, game in Cut it down, my sword of light To you who is damaged It's a merciless punch
[Refrain: Ningning, Winter] See? I'm a little Savage I block your regenerative power I distract you, I leave you out Don't forget, this is KWANGYA I control your time and space Make it, break it
You are the one who protected me when I was in trouble My naevis, we love you My victory, one SYNK DIVE All the opportunities you've created I know your sacrifices, oh My naevis, we love you I know, we'll make sure to find your memories Let's meet surely after the resurrection
[Breakdown: Karina, Ningning] Savage Savage Yeah
Girls
Wake up! In a deadlier war Hold on with your feet(our feet are like hands back home) Hook! Black Mamba I am not afraid of you Hoot! I’ll break you It has changed when we entered KWANGYA Distorted æ more like me, like one A crazy presence that shows The ember that was left behind...
grew into a great evil When I helplessly isolate you Reunite we’re together again Whoo Whoo Attack Beat it Yah You’re not alone...
Shined sacrifice If you found the memory Can you show us? Can you show up? Right now, right here Follow me (Bow down) Watch me (My skill) You will get surprised (Say wow) We coming Scream (Get loud) Listen (My sound) Call it (Upgrade) We coming Blooming in chaos (We Them Girls) And confronting fear, That courage (Ah Yeah) Whenever we are together We Them Girls We Them Girls We Them Girls Meta universe exists now Parallel world All beings have meaning Part of my heart We use sympathetic words and share the body temperatures In the end, we only pursue the value of goodwill I finally became stronger I don’t get swindled or hurt It’s distorted It has started again Make sides Isolate you and me so that we can’t see ahead The algorithms that have been distorted by bad desires Use existence as the weapon and swallow with destruction Ah Evil was started at that moment Whoo Whoo Move out flip Yah I’m not alone I want to protect first encountering REKALL I will hug you so that you can feel Without SYNK DIVE Follow me (Bow down) Watch me (My skill) You will get surprised (Say wow) We coming Scream (Get loud) Listen (My sound) Call it (Upgrade) We coming Blooming in chaos (We Them Girls) And confronting fear, That courage (Ah Yeah) Whenever we are Together We Them Girls We Them Girls To face a peaceful day Inside the FLAT We laugh and love together With my friends Now I’m more curious about the future together with nævis Eventually we will probably meet nævis on the REAL MY WORLD Hold up! REAL MY WORLD Your existence is brighter than my reflection in the mirror Can you tell me? Until when, will we be together? Follow me (Bow down) Watch me (My skill) You will get surprised (Say wow) We coming Scream (Get loud) Listen (My sound) Call it (Upgrade) We coming Blooming in chaos (We Them Girls) And confronting fear, That courage (Ah Yeah) Whenever we are together We Them Girls We Them Girls We Them Girls Girls! Official translation. Play "Girls" on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Other Songs from Girls Album Girls Girls
Far away, far away Higher and higher To the place unseen
No one can stop me anymore Get set, go! Good-bye I’m not my old self Take a look at my WILDSIDE
By instinct, do it Come along with me Let us go down, down, down, down, da street
I didn’t go anywhere Now I could go everywhere Scared of change Just looking from the side
When you protect me and I’m breathing I’m forced into misery like a puppet, muppet I thought I was no good But behind weakness there was strength Words from loveless people, I don’t care about it anymore I will show you the truth
Never tell lies to myself any more Fly now to the place I want to be I’m never scared of going to the sky
Inside O-O-Out My wild side, my wild side The unseen me who has Overcome weakness (WILDSIDE) Far away, far away Higher and higher To the place unseen
No one can stop me anymore Get set, go! Good-bye I’m not my old self Which this WILDSIDE
Accepting myself that I don’t even know of I want to love more, believe myself more So I don’t get lost, Yeah
Starlight, slash the dark night already So bright, sparkle La-la-la-la-la
Inside O-O-Out My wild side, my wild side The unseen me who has Overcome weakness (WILDSIDE) Far away, far away Higher and higher To the place unseen
No one can stop me anymore Get set, go! Good-bye I’m not my old self Which this WILDSIDE
By instinct, do it Come along with me Let us go down down I will show you my wild side
https://youtu.be/Qpf26PtBXgo 😬 cya ❤️🩹😾🙀🙈
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Red Velvet
- Queendom
It kept calling us
Wonderland beyond distant memories
...........
Cntd
We we we strong, nothing missing
Wake up, the answer is Simple
Be Boss, blow the Whistle
The bigger world is noticing you.
Shall we have a festival? I hold your hand.
We've been waiting for this moment. Spread your wings and be yourself.
Come play at My carnival.
Climax? It starts now.
Watch out! We are making the rules.
......
It’s now or never, we got forever.
;
You're sobbing and being pessimistic
You're hesitating again, you can't choose
Writing poems in your note, your hobby is sentimental
Look, now it's time to open the door
........
Tell me, which do you love?
It's not bad thing to dream
It's not a fairytale, it's the real world
What are you gonna do? Which one are you
gonna pick?
Reality or fantasy, adolescent boy?
I'm still clearing dating simulation games
using the manual
I'm still a long way from real love
.......
It's not that I don't like it
Escape from being just two-dimensional
Which one do you love?
Tonight let me know your true feelings
You'll really grow up then
Tell me, which one do you love?
(In the video the lyrics are "Logging out from delusion" for a part of it.)
That's not even getting into the imagery in the video.
Feel My Rhythm
Blowing up this fancy ball
We're back, cute chaotic delight
This is gonna be a crazy night
Epic appearance to stunning greetings
Let's have a little fun
Don't be shy, Bae bae
Let the play start
(Birds and wings everywhere in the video. Irene is shown offering strawberries to a gigantic statue of some sort which then falls towards her. Joy is seen standing in front of some type of being with wings, I can't tell what it would be though. Maybe o- I Cant tell, she's, yeah she's blocking the shot)
Imagine anything
Now cruising into a weird, new dimension
A place I've never imagined appears unexpectedly
Don't miss this moment, baby.
Don't confine yourself to yesterday or tomorrow.
I'm truly free right now.
Come ride with me (Sway)
Let's go anywhere (Way)
I want to mess all the boundaries
In this world (Oh yeah)
When the world stops What a what a feeling Come take my hand (All right) A brand new Film We falling deep, You and I Next time, spin the clock Where should we go? Come on, let's start again You and I
Everglow
You used to be afraid of the dark night (ah yeah yeah) Hiding without anyone else knowing (ah yeah yeah) No one say happy ending You stayed silent and ran away (Here we go Here we go like)...
Knock Knock There’s a monster It’s growing larger, the black hole inside of you When you back uh? The howler has swallowed you, that’s the killer Don’t be afraid, hold my hand Your past is making you scared But know your power For the final time, be first You know that I come first I’m the winner winner winner Yes, it’s the last melody To save save save you (so don’t keep) Don’t be deceived by the lie That there is no light in this world Together we will Dream a dream that’s never been seen before Dream a dream that’s never been seen before (Ya) It’s ok if you fall (stand up) It’s you (hands up) Faster Stronger Better Gotta be the best Between night and day, around 5:30AM A war without loyalty will suffocate you, this is a foul Lies, darkness, truth, ecstasy, fantasy My candle makes you explode like a fireworks of melodies in the dawn Don’t be afraid, hold my hand Your past is making you scared But know your power For the final time, be first You know that I come first I’m the winner winner winner Yes, it’s the last melody To save save save you (so don’t keep) Don’t be deceived by the lie That there is no light in this world Together we will Dream a dream that’s never been seen before I’m breaking down the walls, crossing the lines I won’t shrivel up, I’ll jump over one step You got me now got me now two step Don’t slow it down slow it down Shout towards the sky that comes to you Hold onto the key of hope...
Bon bon chocolate
go up to the sky.
Avenged Sevenfold
Hate to twist your mind, but God ain't on your side
Flesh is burning, you can smell it in the air 'Cause men like you have such an easy soul to steal (steal) So stand in line while they ink numbers in your head You're now a slave until the end of time here Nothing stops the madness turning Haunting, yearning, pull the trigger You should've known the price of evil And it hurts to know that you belong here, yeah Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare While your nightmare comes to life
You've been lied to just to rape you of your sight And now they have the nerve to tell you how to feel (feel) So sedated as they medicate your brain And while you slowly go insane they tell you Given with the best intentions Help you with your complications
You should've known the price of evil And it hurts to know that you belong here, yeah No one to call, everybody to fear Your tragic fate is lookin' so clear, yeah Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare Ha, ha, ha, ha
And I know you hear their voices (calling from above) And I know they may seem real (these signals of love) But our life's made up of choices (some without appeal) They took for granted your soul And it's ours now to steal As your nightmare comes to life
Afterlife
Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen So unsure but it seems, 'cause we've been waiting for you Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste Of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway
A place of hope and no pain, perfect skies with no rain Can leave this place but refrain, 'cause we've been waiting for you Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste Of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway This piece on Earth's not right (with my back against the wall) No pain or sign of time (I'm much too young to fall) So out of place, don't wanna stay, I feel wrong and that's my sign I've made up my mind Give me your hand but realize I just wanna say goodbye Please, understand I have to leave and carry on my own life
Creating God
Standing in the shade of altruism, answering the call Came a modern messiah to save us all Something far beyond the work of fiction, Positronic brain A world that's void of all the anguish and suffering, pain
We're creating god, master of our designs We're creating god, unsure of what we'll find
Never held a high regard for Darwin, selection takes too long A little kick in the pool shouldn't do us wrong Devouring the very last invention man would ever need But exponential growth is a frightening thing, indeed
Sometimes when I look up to the sky I have to wonder are we "summoning the demon" you and I?
Have you noticed that I'm needin' it more now, more than it needs me Got a couple of billion that seem to agree Surfing in an artificial dimension, but we're not alone Now the master has become just a stepping stone, oh
We're Creating, God.
Beast and the Harlot
This shining city built of gold A far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye around here Look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven headed beast Ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne But hatred strips her and leaves her naked The beast and the harlot
The city dressed in jewels and gold Fine linen, myrrh and pearls Her plagues will come all at once As her mourners watch her burn Destroyed in an hour Merchants and captains of the world Sailors navigators too Will weep and mourn this loss With her sins piled to the sky The beast and the harlot
The day has come for all our sinners If you're not a servant, you'll be struck to the ground Flee the burning, greedy city Looking back on her to see there's nothing around
The day has come for all our sinners If you're not a servant, you'll be struck to the ground Flee the burning, greedy city Looking back on her to see there's nothing around I don't believe in fairy tales and no one wants to go to hell You've made the wrong decision and it's easy to see Now if you wanna serve above or be a king below with us You're welcome to the city where your future is set forever
Welcome to the family
Hey kid (hey kid) Do I have your attention? I know the way you've been living Life's so reckless, tragedy endless Welcome to the family Hey There's something missing Only time will alter your vision Never in question, lethal injection Welcome to the family Not long ago you find the answers were so crystal clear Within a day you find yourself living in constant fear Can you look at yourself now, can you look at yourself? You can't win this fight
I try and help you with the things that can't be justified I need to warn you that there is no way to rationalize So have you figured it out now, so have you figured it out? You can't win this fight
And in a way it seems there's no one to call When our thoughts are so numb And our feelings unsure We all have emptiness inside, we all have answers to find But you can't win this fight!
I see you're a king who's been dethroned Cast out in a world you've never know Stand down, place your weapon by your side It's our war in the end, we'll surely lose but that's alright So have you figured it out now, so have you figured it out?
Bat Country
So sorry you're not here I've been sane too long, my vision's so unclear Now take a trip with me But don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem
You've been breakin' down for far too long Far too many moons since you felt well and strong You see, you could say goodbye but you don't have to die Not ever
Engineer the wires to your brain Architect a code so you won't feel the pain With your family by your side and vigor in your eyes forever Live Forever I'm way up, a god in size, beyond the reach of mortals I shed my human side Father, oh father I stare at my reflection, have I lost that boy inside? Final paradigm What's it really mean to be a man? Think about your answer but please understand While it's natural to fear, I'll make it disappear forever I forever I'm way up, a god in size, beyond the reach of mortals I shed my human side Father, oh father I stare at my reflection, have I lost that boy inside? Final paradigm Singular I am I have the question if these thoughts are mine To live forever but did something in me die? I'm clawing my skin but I can't feel it inside I know the agony of pain would hurt so much better I'm way up, so far up Have I lost myself tonight? Mother, oh father Have you lost that boy you used to know?
Simulation
It seems I should have walked away Reverse the wager I've no means to pay Toto has pulled back the green tonight, in sight And blue pills coat with such disdain I wore the shades for so long That I've forgotten how to see The curtain rises but who dares to pull the strings
I know this might be hard for you to believe and all, But you only exist because we allow it I question all the voices in my head Are they mine or have I been misled? Total understanding doesn't seem to mean a thing When you can't see behind the silver screen, a figurine Can't you hear me scream? By the way of cosmic rays A subtle breakdown jarred the code display A simulation as I can tell, our cell Playing out a hopeless scene We stand to lose all our charm And faith just seems to wane A billion years can seem a stunningly short time You've been beaten down time and time again But still you find yourself at the center of it all I question all the voices in my head Are they mine or have I been misled? Total understanding doesn't seem to mean a thing When you can't see behind the silver screen, a figurine Can't you hear me scream? You hear me, you had one thing to do, one thing And you fucked it up, piece of shit Nurse, patient 666158 needs to be sedated We need 500 CCs of M Oh hello there, dearie I've been expecting you Posturing the way I feel Is truth only what we believe is real? Marvel the sketches that paint the night, starlight And take a breath before it's all erased away
Their song Angels; Waking the Fallen, Sounding the Seventh Trumpet.
Everglow:
Pirate
Yeah EVERGLOW Gonna be mad lunatic, girl When the mysteriously changed moon comes A show that will start suddenly In secret, yeah, dance I want it Ddi-dam-bam-bam, bba-rira-bam-bam A paradise found in a whole new world that is out of sync ‘Cause I’m a pirate, yeah, yeah A pirate, yeah, yeah A pirate, yeah, yeah Now let me introduce myself I am a fleet I Start this voyage Towards the moon mist Yeah, let me introduce myself...
Twenty four hours, the light disappears Overnight, night, overnight During the night when the dazzling starlight shines Ayy, lift the anchor Girls all over the world Dance tonight And we could be anything, anything now Go crazy, no doubt Rowin’ for the Crown Waving the flag, yeah...
All the way, all the way, all the way The riot we made All the way, all the way, all the way Can’t ever stay quiet Girls all over the world Run tonight Just get on board ‘Cause I’m a pirate, yeah, yeah A pirate, yeah, yeah A pirate, yeah, yeah Now let me introduce myself I am a fleet Start this voyage Towards the moon mist Yeah, let me introduce myself Ahoy! Sing a song now The hidden moon festival Well, shiver me timbers (Aye-aye) Watch this night together Last chance, get on board Approaching tsunami, disappearing afternoon Everyone falls asleep under these waves Yeah, I’m making the moves During the night when the dazzling starlight shines Ayy, lift the anchor Girls all over the world Dance tonight And we could be anything, anything now Go crazy, no doubt Rowin’ for the crown Waving the flag, yeah (Oh woah) All the way, all the way, all the way The riot that we made (Oh yeah) All the way, all the way, all the way Can’t ever stay quiet Girls all over the world Run tonight Just get on board...
A letter from that future Together with that blinding light Trust me and follow me up to my ark...
Katy Perry and Nikki Manage
Michael Jackson's Best Tracks
"Swish Swish" lyrics Katy Perry Lyrics Play "Swish Swish" on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) "Swish Swish" (feat. Nicki Minaj)
They know what is what But they don't know what is what They just strut What the fuck?
[Katy Perry:] A tiger Don't lose no sleep Don't need opinions From a shellfish or a sheep Don't you come for me No, not today You're calculated I got your number 'Cause you're a joker And I'm a courtside killer queen And you will kiss the ring You best believe
So keep calm, honey, I'mma stick around For more than a minute, get used to it Funny my name keeps comin' out your mouth 'Cause I stay winning Lay 'em up like
Swish, swish, bish Another one in the basket Can't touch this Another one in the casket
Your game is tired You should retire You're 'bout as cute as An old coupon expired And karma's not a liar She keeps receipts
So keep calm, honey, I'mma stick around For more than a minute, get used to it Funny my name keeps comin' out your mouth 'Cause I stay winning Lay 'em up like
Swish, swish, bish Another one in the basket Can't touch this Another one in the casket (Let's go) Swish, swish, bish Another one in the basket Can't touch this Another one in the casket
They know what is what But they don't know what is what Katy Perry They just know what is what Young Money But they don't know what is what They just know what is what But they don't know what is what They just strut Hahaha, yo What the fuck?
[Nicki Minaj:] Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck Silly rap beefs just get me more checks My life is a movie, I'm never off set Me and my a-Migos (no, not Offset) Swish swish, aww I got them upset But my shooters'll make 'em dance like dubstep Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed 'Cause I make M's, they get much less Don't be tryna double back I already despise you All that fake love you showin' Couldn't even disguise you (Yo, yo) Ran? When? Nicki gettin' tan Mirror mirror who's the fairest bitch in all the land? Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan Ass goodbye, I'mma be riding by I'mma tell my ...Biggz, yeah that's the guy A star's a star, da ha da ha They never thought the swish god would take it this far Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby I only rock with Queens, so I'm makin' hits with Katy
[Katy Perry:] Swish, swish, bish Another one in the basket And another one and another one Can't touch this Another one in the casket And another one and another one
They know what is what Do they know? But they don't know what is what They just know what is what But they don't know what is what They just know what is what But they don't know what is what They just strut What the...
Red Velvet: Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb –31
You need to “Beat It” That boy Michael Jackson ”Bad” I’m not your “Billie Jean” Don’t you “Leave Me Alone” But you’re so ambiguous, I want “Black Or White” I can’t give up on you, my “Man In The Mirror” “Why You Wanna Trip On Me” You’re too harsh Boy, you make me “Scream” Why am I like this? Well, your “Love really Never Felt So Good” It’s so electrifying that it’s like
Aespa
Next Level
aespa
I’m on the Next Level, yeah I follow the absolute rules Don't let go of my hand unity is my weapon I walk to KWANGYA I know your home ground Confront the threat Beat it, beat it, beat it
An unexpected black out The temptation is deep and strong (Too hot too hot) Letting go of the hands held together But I'll never give up
I'm on the Next Level I open the door over there Next Level I'll destroy you in thе end Until I reach the Nеxt Level KOSMO Next Level Beat it, beat it, beat it
La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la
I see the NU EVO The hostile suffering and sorrow Make you popping and evolve further That's my naevis, it's my naevis You lead, we follow After learning the feelings Watch me while I make it out
Watch me while I work it out Watch me while I make it out Watch me while I work it out Work it, work it, work it out
Even the unbearable despair Can't break my faith Watch me while I work it Even if a more painful trial comes I won't let go of your hand, oh
Never look back Don’t covet things of KWANGYA If the promises are broken, everything will be out of control The signal is becoming unstable since a certain point in time I'll destroy you in the end (We want it) Come on! Show me the way to KOSMO, yeah
A hallucination quest created by the Black Mamba Aespa, they want to separate out ae, that's right I lose my balance and my voice too In the illusion of being criticized and alienated Nævis we (Call ae, ae) Aespa's Next Level Open "P.O.S" This is the REAL WORLD, I'm awake We against the villain, what's the name? Black Mamba
I open the door in the end (Too hot, too hot) That light is like Fire to you I'm dying to know The next story that will unfold Huh!
I'm on the Next Level I open the door over there Next Level I'll destroy you in the end Until I reach the Next Level KOSMO Next Level Beat it, beat it, beat it
I'm on the Next Level I become stronger and free Next Level I'm no longer who I was at KWANGYA Next Level Feel me I'm like a beast Next Level Beat it, beat it, beat it Huh! https://lyricstranslate.com/en/next-level-next-level.html-0
Savage
[Intro: Karina] Oh my gosh Don't you know I'm a savage?
[Verse 1: Karina, Giselle] I'm a Killa who will break you, ae You're still hiding and hallucinating Beat you up, we holler I'm not afraid of you, you, hit you harder Push me in, deep fake on me To the unprepared stage Corner me in, fake on me Got everybody, mock up to me You shake me up so that I feel ashamed Cold spectators are collapsed, ae I can't stand you anymore, say, "No!"
[Refrain: Winter, Ningning] Wait and see, I'm a little savage Your dirty play I can't stand it any longer You want to break me Your hallucinations are becoming The reasons to construct you
[Pre-Chorus: Winter, Ningning] I'm a savage I'll break you into pieces yeah, oh I'm a savage I'll crush you, oh
[Chorus: Karina, Giselle, Karina & Ningning] Get me, get me now Get me, get me now (Zu-zu-zu-zu) Or I'll become more Savage (Zu-zu-zu-zu) Get me, get me now Get me, get me now (Zu-zu-zu-zu) Now I'm going to get you Now, I'm a savage Gimme, gimme now Gimme, gimme now (Zu-zu-zu-zu) I can see your words Your weakness Algorithm (Zu-zu-zu-zu) Steaming, it's steaming Steaming, it's steaming (Zu-zu-zu-zu) MA ae SYNK Don't bother me and bog off, savage (Zu-zu-zu-zu)
[Verse 2: Giselle, Winter, Karina] Mhm, everybody looks at me I'm used to it, I should take a step back I have to endure it like an adult I'm locked up in the glass I want to play such a horrible expectation I'm locked up in that hallucination frame I'm going to KWANGYA, game in Defeating a subtle alienation And making me drift apart from my ae Your satisfying trick We gone KWANGYA, game in Cut it down, my sword of light To you who is damaged It's a merciless punch
[Refrain: Ningning, Winter] See? I'm a little Savage I block your regenerative power I distract you, I leave you out Don't forget, this is KWANGYA I control your time and space Make it, break it
You are the one who protected me when I was in trouble My naevis, we love you My victory, one SYNK DIVE All the opportunities you've created I know your sacrifices, oh My naevis, we love you I know, we'll make sure to find your memories Let's meet surely after the resurrection
[Breakdown: Karina, Ningning] Savage Savage Yeah
Girls
Wake up! In a deadlier war Hold on with your feet(our feet are like hands back home) Hook! Black Mamba I am not afraid of you Hoot! I’ll break you It has changed when we entered KWANGYA Distorted æ more like me, like one A crazy presence that shows The ember that was left behind...
grew into a great evil When I helplessly isolate you Reunite we’re together again Whoo Whoo Attack Beat it Yah You’re not alone...
Shined sacrifice If you found the memory Can you show us? Can you show up? Right now, right here Follow me (Bow down) Watch me (My skill) You will get surprised (Say wow) We coming Scream (Get loud) Listen (My sound) Call it (Upgrade) We coming Blooming in chaos (We Them Girls) And confronting fear, That courage (Ah Yeah) Whenever we are together We Them Girls We Them Girls We Them Girls Meta universe exists now Parallel world All beings have meaning Part of my heart We use sympathetic words and share the body temperatures In the end, we only pursue the value of goodwill I finally became stronger I don’t get swindled or hurt It’s distorted It has started again Make sides Isolate you and me so that we can’t see ahead The algorithms that have been distorted by bad desires Use existence as the weapon and swallow with destruction Ah Evil was started at that moment Whoo Whoo Move out flip Yah I’m not alone I want to protect first encountering REKALL I will hug you so that you can feel Without SYNK DIVE Follow me (Bow down) Watch me (My skill) You will get surprised (Say wow) We coming Scream (Get loud) Listen (My sound) Call it (Upgrade) We coming Blooming in chaos (We Them Girls) And confronting fear, That courage (Ah Yeah) Whenever we are Together We Them Girls We Them Girls To face a peaceful day Inside the FLAT We laugh and love together With my friends Now I’m more curious about the future together with nævis Eventually we will probably meet nævis on the REAL MY WORLD Hold up! REAL MY WORLD Your existence is brighter than my reflection in the mirror Can you tell me? Until when, will we be together? Follow me (Bow down) Watch me (My skill) You will get surprised (Say wow) We coming Scream (Get loud) Listen (My sound) Call it (Upgrade) We coming Blooming in chaos (We Them Girls) And confronting fear, That courage (Ah Yeah) Whenever we are together We Them Girls We Them Girls We Them Girls Girls! Official translation. Play "Girls" on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Other Songs from Girls Album Girls Girls
Far away, far away Higher and higher To the place unseen
No one can stop me anymore Get set, go! Good-bye I’m not my old self Take a look at my WILDSIDE
By instinct, do it Come along with me Let us go down, down, down, down, da street
I didn’t go anywhere Now I could go everywhere Scared of change Just looking from the side
When you protect me and I’m breathing I’m forced into misery like a puppet, muppet I thought I was no good But behind weakness there was strength Words from loveless people, I don’t care about it anymore I will show you the truth
Never tell lies to myself any more Fly now to the place I want to be I’m never scared of going to the sky
Inside O-O-Out My wild side, my wild side The unseen me who has Overcome weakness (WILDSIDE) Far away, far away Higher and higher To the place unseen
No one can stop me anymore Get set, go! Good-bye I’m not my old self Which this WILDSIDE
Accepting myself that I don’t even know of I want to love more, believe myself more So I don’t get lost, Yeah
Starlight, slash the dark night already So bright, sparkle La-la-la-la-la
Inside O-O-Out My wild side, my wild side The unseen me who has Overcome weakness (WILDSIDE) Far away, far away Higher and higher To the place unseen
No one can stop me anymore Get set, go! Good-bye I’m not my old self Which this WILDSIDE
By instinct, do it Come along with me Let us go down down I will show you my wild side
https://youtu.be/Qpf26PtBXgo 😬 cya ❤️🩹😾🙀🙈
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2023.06.08 06:49 InTheSkyCity 6/6/23
“Can't live without you, baby. Live without you. It’s like, Oh, baby.”
“I been smooth for so long, I'm tryna get rough. Fuck buffin' my nails, dawg, I’m tryna get buff. Fuck shapin' my beard up, I'm likin' the scruff. And fuck the hills 'cause I'm livin' my life in the cut. Can't imagine that I’m gon’ meet my wife in the club. We gon' see though, I feel like she more of a CEO. Or maybe she doin’ volunteer work in Rio. It's not like I need her but I would love to meet her. Another day, another dollar, another phone with another feature. I don't play goalie but I'm my brother’s keeper. Surrounded by family, I'm not with other people. They say I got my pops' demeanor and mother's features. The Garden still Private as ever, the gang thrivin' together. Ya boy's strivin' to be the most dominant ever. The hardest white boy since the one who rapped about vomit and sweaters. And hold the comments 'cause I promise you I'm honestly better than whoever came to your head right then. They ain't cut from the same thread like him. They don't study, doin' work to get ahead like him. They don't toss and turn in the fuckin' bed like him.”
“'Cause they don't love it, they don't love it. They don't love it, they don't love it. They don't love it, they don't love it. They don't love it, they don't love it.”
(6/7) I should’ve began writing this journal when I was doing nothing at home from 7 AM to 2:30 PM. I’m beginning to write this at 10 PM heading to my job since they gave me a room for the night. The problem is that they didn’t give me a heads up, so I had to return home after work just to get my shit.
Oh god, I just started working on this again at 11:40 PM. Back to the journal.
(6/6) I’ve been getting these random tremors lately. I’ve had them when I last went to the theater, and I’ve noticed myself having another one on my neck today. It’s concerning because I’m not sure why I’ve been getting them.
Anyways, I noticed this while chilling with my dad. It’s been scaring me since when I google these symptoms, Parkinson’s always shows up. But it can’t be that, right? I rather it’s because of stress because I rather be stressing out than developing parkinsons.
I spent the morning looking after my father, also checked out some more music. I then spent the next MAJORITY of my day watching The Righteous Gemstones while playing Tears of The Kingdom. I know i should be doing some more productive shit but wow that show had me hooked. I actually ended up watching the entire show in one day, so now I’m waiting for season 3.
I might start watching more movies again though, I’m getting kind of burnt out from TV. Plus, I’m starting to run out of TV shows to watch. I would watch shows made by Netflix but they love canceling shit right away before it even takes off.
I ended up going to sleep at around 1:30 AM? Idk I probably should write down the time whenever I do, maybe that would be healthy.
Wow, this is a short one.
Song Of The Day: Jack Harlow - They Don’t Love It
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“I been smooth for so long, I'm tryna get rough. Fuck buffin' my nails, dawg, I’m tryna get buff. Fuck shapin' my beard up, I'm likin' the scruff. And fuck the hills 'cause I'm livin' my life in the cut. Can't imagine that I’m gon’ meet my wife in the club. We gon' see though, I feel like she more of a CEO. Or maybe she doin’ volunteer work in Rio. It's not like I need her but I would love to meet her. Another day, another dollar, another phone with another feature. I don't play goalie but I'm my brother’s keeper. Surrounded by family, I'm not with other people. They say I got my pops' demeanor and mother's features. The Garden still Private as ever, the gang thrivin' together. Ya boy's strivin' to be the most dominant ever. The hardest white boy since the one who rapped about vomit and sweaters. And hold the comments 'cause I promise you I'm honestly better than whoever came to your head right then. They ain't cut from the same thread like him. They don't study, doin' work to get ahead like him. They don't toss and turn in the fuckin' bed like him.”
“'Cause they don't love it, they don't love it. They don't love it, they don't love it. They don't love it, they don't love it. They don't love it, they don't love it.”
(6/7) I should’ve began writing this journal when I was doing nothing at home from 7 AM to 2:30 PM. I’m beginning to write this at 10 PM heading to my job since they gave me a room for the night. The problem is that they didn’t give me a heads up, so I had to return home after work just to get my shit.
Oh god, I just started working on this again at 11:40 PM. Back to the journal.
(6/6) I’ve been getting these random tremors lately. I’ve had them when I last went to the theater, and I’ve noticed myself having another one on my neck today. It’s concerning because I’m not sure why I’ve been getting them.
Anyways, I noticed this while chilling with my dad. It’s been scaring me since when I google these symptoms, Parkinson’s always shows up. But it can’t be that, right? I rather it’s because of stress because I rather be stressing out than developing parkinsons.
I spent the morning looking after my father, also checked out some more music. I then spent the next MAJORITY of my day watching The Righteous Gemstones while playing Tears of The Kingdom. I know i should be doing some more productive shit but wow that show had me hooked. I actually ended up watching the entire show in one day, so now I’m waiting for season 3.
I might start watching more movies again though, I’m getting kind of burnt out from TV. Plus, I’m starting to run out of TV shows to watch. I would watch shows made by Netflix but they love canceling shit right away before it even takes off.
I ended up going to sleep at around 1:30 AM? Idk I probably should write down the time whenever I do, maybe that would be healthy.
Wow, this is a short one.
Song Of The Day: Jack Harlow - They Don’t Love It
2023.06.08 06:48 MarshalBrozDinko Why is Howler so loud lately? (Brunswick)
I haven't been in ages, but I went there recently for a drink and a bite on my friend's birthday, and the music at the front garden section/middle bar section was excruciatingly loud. You could not have a conversation with more than 1 person.
I don't live terribly far from it either and there were times recently when I thought someone in my neighborhood was having a loud party, but having now been to the Howler, it was the Howler for sure.
Can anybody fill me in? I used to love it there, but I don't see myself going back if it is always that brutal.
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I don't live terribly far from it either and there were times recently when I thought someone in my neighborhood was having a loud party, but having now been to the Howler, it was the Howler for sure.
Can anybody fill me in? I used to love it there, but I don't see myself going back if it is always that brutal.
2023.06.08 06:46 stillwaterdancer08 White Knight tragedy
 | Alright planty friends, I desperately need help with my philodendron white knight. This is the third leaf if lost recently that looks like this. After the first one, I took it out of its original soil/nursery pot to check for rot. I trimmed a few sketchy bits back but overall the roots looked fine. Then transferred to moss and a clear cup so I could keep an eye on things and now have lost two more leaves. What am I doing wrong?? 😭😭 I love this plant so much and just want to make it happy. submitted by stillwaterdancer08 to philodendron [link] [comments] |
2023.06.08 06:45 Helpfulchemist Help with a Mission Beach hit and run
Hello SD fam. While at the mission beach for the afternoon taking my partner to enjoy some roller coasters and mini golf at Belmont Park. I was side swiped by a group of young teenage girls driving an older (early to mid 2000s BMW) unfortunately they took off without stopping. I was parked In a space they swiped me while backing out, and then booked it didn’t react quickly enough to get a photo of license plate.
If anyone might have footage of this occurrence on dash cam or or ring footage of a black BMW with white paint on their front drivers side bumper please DM me it’s greatly appreciated. We both work hard, but that car is a work vehicle and really can’t afford to file it against myself.
Praying someone might have something on a ring cam or dash cam.
Thanks, HC
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If anyone might have footage of this occurrence on dash cam or or ring footage of a black BMW with white paint on their front drivers side bumper please DM me it’s greatly appreciated. We both work hard, but that car is a work vehicle and really can’t afford to file it against myself.
Praying someone might have something on a ring cam or dash cam.
Thanks, HC
2023.06.08 06:45 workwithmarijuana Image Captions, Object Detection, Facial Recognition using Javascript
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